“There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a tranceSo memory can step around, across, upon it.”
“There is a pain – so utter – It swallows substance up – Then covers the Abyss with Trance – So Memory can step Around – across – opon it – As one within a Swoon – Goes safely – where an open eye – Would drop Him – Bone by Bone.”
“Rightly it is said of utter, utter misery, that it 'cannot be remembered'; itself, being a rememberable thing, is swallowed up in its own chaos.”
“Be cautious not to utter a syllable! Step not out of the circle, and as you love yourself, dare not to look upon my face!”
“I wasn’t exactly much fun to be around. Being with me was like falling into an abyss.”
“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.”