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More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain
An other sense tugs at us: we have lost something, some key to these things which must be writings and are locked against us
Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut
In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…
I do not mean the symbol of love, a candy shape to decorate cakes with, the heart that is supposed to belong or break;
The snake hunts and sinews his way along and is not his own idea of viciousness. All he wants… a fast grab, with fur and a rapid pulse, so he can take that flutter…
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert
In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your… though the real question is whether or not I will make you imm… At the moment only I
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
1. Men’s novels are about men. Women’s novels are about men too but from a different point of view. You can have a men’s novel with no women in it except possibly the landlady or the ho...
This is the plum season, the night… blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peach… with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples
He would like not to kill. He wou… what he imagines other men have, instead of this red compulsion. Wh… fail him and die badly? He would l… finger by finger and with great te…
He is here, come down to look for… It is the song that calls you back… a song of joy and suffering equally: a promise: that things will be different up t…