The awful thing, as a kid reading, was that you came to the end of the story, and that was it. I mean, it would be heartbreaking that there was no more of it.

Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness.

O love, where are you leading me now?

Communication is mutual feeling with someone, not a didactic process of information.

Hopefully, I write what I don't know.

Form is never more than an extension of content.

Locale is both a geographic term and the inner sense of being.