“You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.”

“I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.”

“The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.”

“You oughtn't to see this," Will muttered in my ear. "You'll never want to have a baby if you do. They oughtn't to let women watch. It'll be the end of the human race.”

“And I, stepping from this skinOf old bandages, boredoms, old facesStep to you from the black car of Lethe,Pure as a baby.”

“I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.”

“I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.”