“...and she's thinking of rage, like an ember or a burning acid swallowing up her knotted viscera. Blindness like the kind that leads men to perpetrate horrors, animal drunkenness, the jungles of the mind.”

“She touches me The jungle lights up with incinerating fireLooks like a flaming serpentI look into her eyesI see a movie flickering Car crashes People kicking corpsesMen ripping their tracheas out and shaking them at the skyI think to myself:I don’t want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckageCooking flesh in the jungle”

“She had in point of fact by now made up her mind to accept it, but she well knew that men like to think they decide matters for themselves.”

“Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. ”

“I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.”

“Undressing her was an act of recklessness, a kind of vandalism, like releasing a zoo full of animals, or blowing up a dam.”