good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.

Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.

Any chance beats no chance.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.