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

There are two facts that all children need to disprove sooner or later; mother and father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your own parents, it is difficult to construct any narrative of your own.

The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time is eternally present and so all time is ours. There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming. Thus the present is made rich.

She had made him possible. In that sense she was his god. Like God, she was neglected.

Stories end in reverie, tragedy, or forgiveness.

To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.