“I am this space my body believes in.”
“It's my side. I have found the pain. It is in my side, and I isolate it and define it, and arrange the other pains around it. I tell myself that pain is information, that I am learning to map the spaces of my own body. Then my body's feelings cascade toward my side, and pain pours over its outlines and erases them. ("Marriage")”
“I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.”
“I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. ”
“What am I going to do with all these bodies?" Said Jimmy, just a bit plaintively."I can't keep them, I don't have the cupboard space.”
“The question is not where am I, but who am I? Where I am: Inside the body of my clone.”