“Quick, where is the Red Cross God with the ointment and plaster the needle and thread and the clean linen bandages to mummify our festering dreams?”
“A red ganglion, no bigger than a scarlet thread, snapped and quivered; a nerve, no greater than a red linen fiber twisted. Deep in her one little mech was gone and the entire machine, imbalanced, was about to steadily shake itself to bits.”
“Happy as a threaded needle”
“What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?”
“What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?--Gravity's Rainbow, V699”
“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”