“So much violence. If God existed, I'd have strangled him on the spot. Without batting an eyelid. And with all the fury of the damned.”
“I'd handed my heart over to him, a damned blood magic assassin, without even realizing it.”
“What if I'd been wrong all this time? I'd been so angry that God didn't fit the description I wanted him to fit.”
“These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are written for the love of man and in Praise of God, and I'd be a damn fool if they weren't.”
“I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.”
“Southern California doesn't know whether to bustle or just strangle itself on the spot.”