I like to read because it kills me.
Metaphor is not, and never has been, a mere literary term. It is an event.
Every creative act is an act of hypocrisy and violence. You may have to think about it for a while, but I am sure you can discover your own.
If we knew the value of suffering, we would ask for it.
Something unpronounceable followed by a long silence points out my life is becoming a landscape.
We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things.