I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope. You saw visions of yourself in a straightjacket, and a drain on the family, murdering your mother in actuality, killing the edifice of love and respect built up over the years in the hearts of other people.

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.

I am made, crudely, for success.

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.