The nature of language may determine what most people say, but I always speak my own meaning.

Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.

Whatever is spoken of acquires a certain existence.

Matter-of-fact descriptions make the improbable seem real.

Many have never felt strong, but everyone knows what it is to feel weak.

History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.

Reason cannot break out of its own loop.