What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.

She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.

Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.

Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.

I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers' lives away, And we, so free, Out walking by the sea, With someone else's paper words to say.... They took us at the gates of green return, Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why- Do children meet again? Does any trace remain, Along the superhighways of July?

There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.

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