Watermark

It is the telescopic sensation of coming in contact with the cellular infin­ity of another body's existence—a sensation known as tenderness and proportionate per­haps only to the number of cells that body contains.

you never know as you move through these labyrinths whether you are pursuing a goal or running from yourself, whether you are the hunter or his prey.

The grip of boredom was sudden but sure.

The tear is a throwback, a tribute of the future to the past. Or else it is the result of subtracting the greater from the lesser: beauty from man.

For, like every virtue, fi­delity is of value only so long as it is instinctive or idiosyncratic, rather than rational.

I suppose a case could be made for fidelity when one re­turns to the place of one's love, year after year, in the wrong season, with no guarantee of being loved back.

A tear is the anticipation of the eye's future.

I have no idea what kind of fish or bacteria these are, but I'm pretty sure they exist: tyr­anny is seldom synonymous with expertise.

you never know as you move through these labyrinths whether you are pursuing a goal or running from yourself, whether you are the hunter or his prey

Perhaps art is simply an orga­nism's reaction against its retentive limitations.