“They were two superior eelsat the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.”

“Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.”

“What would it be liketo live in a libraryof melted books.With sentences streaming over the floorand all the punctuationsettled to the bottom as a residue.It would be confusing.Unforgivable.A great adventure.”

“When they made loveGeryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones of Herakles' backas it arched away from him into who knows what dark dream of its own, running both hands all the way downfrom the base of the neckto the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain.”

“trapped in his own bad apple. Each morning a shockto return to the cut soul.”

“All myth is an enriched pattern,a two-faced proposition,allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are liars.And from the true lies of poetrytrickled out a question.What really connects words and things?”

“...some hours later they were downat the railroad tracksstanding close together by the switch lights. The huge night moved overheadscattering drops of itself.”