It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.

Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I'm at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless.

I wasn't really into body piercings until I found that about half my female students had them.

There's a point at which when I start to know a man well--this isn't true of women--I wonder whether there's something in him that's evil. Something that's pure and can't be touched. This quality of evil may be related to the quality of artistry, for an artist has the same characteristics.

The only reaction against an unbearable society is equally unbearable nonsense.

Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.