Reading is a rendezvous with your soul.

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.

She was a monster, but she was my monster.

Naked is the best disguise.

We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.

Any measurement must take into account the position of the observer. There is no such thing as measurement absolute, there is only measurement relative.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won’t complain.