The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

I don't know how one should live - but I know that one should live.

The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.

I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.

When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.

Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.

One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.