Reading is where the wild things are.

The fact is that every atom that we're made of is part of that first explosion of a nuclear star billions of years ago. We're connected to the entire universe.

We're here, there, not here, not there, swirling like specks of dust, claiming for ourselves the rights of the universe. Being important, being nothing, being caught in lives of our own making that we never wanted. Breaking out, trying again, wondering why the past comes with us, wondering how to talk about the past at all.

I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.

I keep myself locked as a box when it matters, and broken open when it doesn't matter at all.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.