Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.

Karen wasn't hard, she was soft, too soft. A soft touch. Her hair was soft, her smile was soft, her voice was soft. She was so soft there was no resistance. Hard things sank into her, they went right through her, and if she made a real effort, out the other side. Then she didn't have to see them or hear them, or even touch them.

Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.

A Paradox, the doughnut hole. Empty space, once, but now they've learned to market even that. A minus quantity; nothing, rendered edible. I wondered if they might be used-metaphorically, of course-to demonstrate the existence of God. Does naming a sphere of nothingness transmute it into being?

Some people mistakenly think nature is very nice and benevolent and never betrays.

Blondes are like white mice, you only find them in cages. They wouldn’t last long in nature. They’re too conspicuous.