Kindness eases everything almost as much as money does.

Addicts turn their pleasures into vengeful Gods.

The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.

We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.

The extravagance of intellect outstrips the extravagance of desire.

I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.