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God almighty. It is the dregs, really, to be living in a time when even your dreams have to be post-postmodern consciouser-than-thou.

She unfolds the piece of paper in her hands and she reads again the story written on it.

Sylvie made a noise in the range of an assent, but short of true acquiescence.

Regal is easy. That's why I wear a sinking fragrance and fall to pieces in plain sight.

You're dancing on me said the cosmic dragon, the galactic surface of all we can see. So fucking what? she said.

Are you in pain, my darling? There's no pain here but the psychic; you're afloat in a blood-sticky unuttered scream.

I don't let my thoughts plan on anything, even their completion. I once tried to select some way to be.

There floats above the houses The implacable goddess of love With your life in her fist.

still in her white night clothes in the same long entangle- ment

if you think I care about your soft-spoken head-in-the-clouds seizure of another and yet another and yet another hour

examining the whole horizonless question of desire

this is the the sound this is the very floor where Grief and his Wife are living looking up

I heard a cough as if a thief was there outside my sleep a sharp intake of air

functioned—I realized that first impressions about hotel rooms are like first loves: neither is based on the concept of how, over time, one can come to appreciate the pleasures of durability over infatuation.

Except for the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in continuous, undefined mass.

Anyway,' he said, snapping the cap decisively onto his fountain pen, 'let's go and see what's for tea'. He noticed, surprised, that he had been needing to talk to somebody about what he was doing, and Jessica felt the sleepy gratification of a child who has been told a story.

Helped are those who create anything at all, for they shall relive the thrill of their own conception and realize a partnership in the creation of the Universe that keeps them responsible and cheerful.

In our daily lives, we may prefer self-reliance. But perhaps utter dependence is the truer friend of our souls.

It struck her that admiration, for all its Austenian overtones, was actually a crucial element of desire.

Santa," said the little boy in Mack's arms. "Satan," Mack corrected him. "Satan! Satan!

But mostly, it's a book about my relationship with my father.

I'd been upstaged, demoted from protagonist in my own drama to comic relief in my parents' tragedy

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.

Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.