But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.

The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.

We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.

I live alone (but catless, I'd like everybody to know).

Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.

It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.