“The Thin ManI indulge myselfIn rich refusals.Nothing suffices.I hone myself toThis edge. Asleep, IAm a horizon.”
“A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.”
“That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.”
“She's so thin she's either dying or rich.”
“She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.”
“I wouldn’t change a thingBecause all those things led me tothis placeAnd to you”