“But reality has too much darkness in it. Too many crows”

“Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?”

“It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because of what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many.”

“I stand in the dark, start to unbutton. Then I hear something inside my body. I've broken, something has cracked, that must be it. Noise is coming up, coming out, of the broken place, in my face. Without warning: I wasn't thinking about here or there or anywhere. If I let the noise get out into the air it will be laughter, too loud, too much of it, someone is bound to hear.”

“You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.”

“We are a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice.”

“Death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say.”