For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions