“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.”

“M: ... but everytime I start in everytime I everytime you see I would have to tell the whole story all over again or else lie so I lie I just lie who are they who are the storytellers who can put an end to stories”

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

“Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.”

“Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me.Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.”

“I am a drop of gold he would sayI am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-”

“...Heracles was strangely silent. What is he thinking? / Geryon wondered. / Geryon watched prehistoric rocks move past the car and thought about thoughts. / Even when they were lovers / he had never known what Herakles was thinking. Once in a while he would say, / Penny for your thoughts! / and it always turned out to be some odd thing like a bumper sticker or a dish / he'd eaten in a Chinese restaurant years ago. / What Geryon was thinking Herakles never asked. In the space between them / developed a dangerous cloud.”