True stories are the ones that lie open at the border, allowing a crossing, a further frontier. The final frontier is just science fiction--don't believe it. Like the universe, there is no end.

The most prosaic of us betray a belief in the inward life every time we talk about 'my body' rather than 'I.

Whatever is powerful to you can be translated into something which will matter to somebody that you will never know.

There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.

What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?

Slightest accidents open up new worlds.

What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations.