“something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace”

“let's start a magazine to hell with literature we want something redbloodedlousy with pure reeking with stark and fearlessly obscenebut really clean get what I mean let’s not spoil it let’s make it serioussomething authentic and delirious you know something genuine like a mark in a toiletgraced with guts and gutted with grace”

“Let’s live suddenly without thinking.Let’s live like the light that kills.And let’s as silence,because Whirl’s after all:(after me) love, and after you.I occasionally feel vague howvague I don’t know tenuous Now - spears and The Then - arrows making doour mouths, something red, something tall.”

“Who can tell truth from falsehood any more?I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:no man or woman on this big small earth.How should our sages miss the mark of life,and our most skillful players lose the game?your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me:because all know, and no one understands.”

“i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses”

“i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzzof your electric fur, and what-is-it comesover parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,and possibly i like the thrillof under me you so quite new.”

“(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands”