I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.

I'll think about things for thirty or forty years before I'll write it.

If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat If you will bring the soap I will bring the bleach.

If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.

There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart.

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.

Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.