Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.

The answers you get from literature depend on the questions you pose.

In Heaven, there are no debts - all have been paid, one way or another - but in Hell there's nothing but debts, and a great deal of payment is exacted, though you can't ever get all paid up. You have to pay, and pay, and keep on paying. So Hell is like an infernal maxed-out credit card that multiplies the charges endlessly.

Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye- lids curve over chaos My hands where they touch you, create small inhabited islands soon you will be all earth: a known land, a country.

Inside the peach, there is a stone.

There is something reassuring about the toilets. Bodily functions at least remain democratic. Everybody shits.

Love is the pursuit of shadows.