“Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.”

“It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.”

“Because life’s too short to blush,I keep my blood tucked in.”

“While you’re alive there’s no time for minor amazements.”

“Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward whatlooks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.”

“Anguish is the universal language”

“... It's the rareGod who needs less stroking that a rockStar or poetician ...”