If patterns of ones and zeros were 'like' patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.

You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.

A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.