This is an issue about dualities. Inside and outside, and the interstitial between.

It was time at last for a full renunciation of the way I had been living, fast then slow, the blood and brain, the inner dynamo.

Listen: something has happened.

The wind is directionless, confusing the trees, loosening siding and tiles. Creatures of flight have put themselves away.

So much is made about the importance of depth in human interactions, but what about the delicate surface, what about the skin?

When you wake up / keep quiet / find ecstasy.

My writing...maybe it's nothing. But still, as long as I'm alive, I'll say, "Here, it's for you."

"You can't always tell from the outside," Sue says. "But something was wrong. Something was wrong, and the mother knew it."

I didn’t know if I could live in a world that seemed to me now like the essence of shark. That vicious unlit eye.

I set out upon a normal investigation and found that invention required all the same components.

There stands this person who is also a talisman.

Read it, imagine / me listening without trying.

what clouds can teach us / in the capital of sadness / is the rose / is always public

I want to die someday. I don't want to die laughing.

This is just a trick: a ship breaks in half then sinks.

The froth is white like wool. The froth is white like thought.

Contraction’s flash: / My love, I know / It’s you.

Nobody told us our voices were wrong.

The best kind of property is shared, designed to benefit widely, and without bounds.

You came here to feel comfortable? To talk about the weather?

There were no borders or boundaries, just differences in taste from one house to the next. I was going from taste to taste, and that was all.

When the book came, everything changed.

Explanations sometimes miss the point.

We could hear the morning rush-hour traffic thundering above us, oblivious.

Someday we will better understand what has happened to make all things change in such a small space of time.

That was the end of the dream. And then the man covered his face and began to cry, because he was reminded of his dead father, who once told him he had a gift.