Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation.

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.