They believed that if a mouse found your hair clippings and built a nest with them you got a headache. If the nest was big enough, you might go mad.
The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They act...
The ancients believed in Fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the f...
Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.
It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place. (p.120)
If you want to keep your own teeth, make your own sandwiches.
I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.
He: What’s the matter with you?Me: Nothing.Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they wi...
Explore me,' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I’m free, coughed up li...
De ce masura iubirii este pierderea ei?
A bridge is a meeting place . . . a possibility, a metaphor.
People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much. You can salt your heart, or kill your heart, or you choose between the tw...
Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his or her world.
You never give away your heart you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?
Gifts — that strange word, a signifier meaning disappointment you can hold in your hands.
What you fuck is much more important than how you write.
We were to be the lightest of things, he and I, lifting each other up above the heaviness of life. If was because we knew that gravity is always part of the equation that we tried to defeat it.
We were the lucky ones, the notthese, we were the ones who had survived the aerial bombing and fire-clusters, the final flash. Regrettable, unavoidable, a war to end all wars, a war for democracy, a w...
There’s no story that’s the start of itself.
Their throats were bare for God.