I’m not club-able, you see. I don’t like literary parties and literary gatherings and literary identities. I’d hate to join anything, however loosely.
A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.
If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.
When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.
Meatspace still has some advantages for a carbon-based girl.
I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glass is emptying.