your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught.

the buddhists say there are 149 ways to god. i'm not looking for god, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.

To create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement.

I choose this story above all others because it's a story I'm struggling to end.

I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life. The point at which my selves broke away and one married a fat man and the other stayed here.

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.

Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries.