My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.

Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.

Craziness attacks the softest eyes and hamstrings the gentlest flanks.

South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.

I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.