Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

The only animal from which humans have nothing to learn, in fact, is the sheep. Humans have already learned everything the sheep's got to teach.

Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.

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.

Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.

I'm too conceited for therapy.