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This is so fucking good

No definition of science is complete without a reference to terror.

The preface in the Per Ankh edition has so much good gossip. Heinemann UK is trash

You can tell gottfried Reinhardt was a cancer from this letter

In the evenings we worked together: I read parts of the Aeneid that no one has read for centuries, deep in Books XI and XII. I was happy.

There was no Connie to temper my upset, just the suffocating constancy of my own self, that dumb and desperate company.

at one point levitated while meditating...

“What’s your favorite movie?”
He shrugged catastrophically. The world with its billions termed again.

Pedro’s aware of social norms, puts up with them, applies them rigorously; he’s still at the age where you think you only need to grow up to escape outside control; like almost every child, he’s sacrificing himself to the adult he wants to be, without imagining that such renouncing is destroying in advance the man he’ll become.

Attachment issues attachment issues.

Another time, I showed her a story I was working on in which a dragonfly appeared. “What’s that? Something you made up?” When I started to describe what a dragonfly was, she cut me off. “Never mind.” It wasn’t important; it was boring.

The technique of shade has since this time allowed houses to flourish, with the dog bring designated as the first shade-chaser, or, more formally, the Person. Although not human, the person holds an innate need to save the house.

Now that I've been writing these pages, I do think that there is, in fact, a way to combat oblivion: go into certain areas of Paris where you haven't set foot in thirty or forty years and spend the afternoon, as if on a stakeout.

But life continued with no clear sense of why at a given moment you found yourself with certain individuals rather than others, in certain places rather than others, and whether the film was in the original language or dubbed.

I think I'm making a series of local stops.

It was all a dream, this rapture of touch...words were superior; they maintained a superior control; they touched without your touching; they were at once the bait, the hook, the line, the pole, and the water in between.

In the end, we each must decide how comfortable we are with how much we hurt other people.

"Phallos" autocorrects to "phyllis"

I don't tell lies just because people might be listening.

We don't talk now but sometimes I still like to see whether you are online. I can see when you're there because next to your name on my screen there's the little green light. I have the same green light.

No singer chooses silence.

And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.

If I've gone back to pastiche, then it's time to stop.

the brief space of throb-time

White people wanted to be white just as much as we did. They worked just as hard at it. They failed just as often. But they could pass, so no one objected.

What is a work called when it punishes intimacy with paranoia?

The plantation had a Citizens' Quarter in practically every camp for working sons who didn't get along with their parents. Plantation labor was about fifty percent Filipino and fifty percent Japanese, but practically everyone at Citizens' Quarters was nisei.