“The clock sweats out each minuteof what meat is left to us.”

“Our favorite games were killing.Our favorite books were death.It had been beaten into us:God is love.Not the parched face and gnarledcapes across a stick body; jitteringin the nude sky, we couldn't seetrying to touch usfor the blood in our eyes.”

“But there was little heart to our lust,only the confusion of not knowinghow long we'd have in our bodies.”

“within the core of each of us is the child we once were. This child constitutes the foundation of what we have become, who we are, and what we will be.”

“As the baby grows bigger, she [wet nurse] will chew his meat for him.”

“What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else.”

“What gets left of a man amounts to a part. To his spoken part. To a part of speech”