Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.

Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.

No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.

Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God, you really don't love me anymore, do you? No matter your decency the victim's incredulity's potentially hilarious. You manage not to laugh.

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.

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.