“Dali dreamed of Hitler as a white-skinned girl- impossibly pale, luminous and lifeless as the moon.”

“The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always- greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.”

“Breton considered suicide the truest art, though life seemed hardly worth the trouble to discard.”

“This is the feast of our mortality, the most mundane and human holiday.”

“What if we had walked a different path one day, would some small incident have nudged us elsewhere the way a pebble tossed into a brook might change the course a hundred miles downstream?”

“This last mute touch that lingers is farewell.”

“In the evening when the light is dim, I hide in bed and collect the silhouettes of reasoning which silently run across my limbs.”