"Sleep never really arrives. Not even rest. There's no satisfaction anymore."

""[...]'Why won't you listen to me?' I demanded one time. 'You're writing like a freshman.' And he replied—I remember …"

"Zampanò liked animals. Far away. All those cats he would talk to in that weedy courtyard. At dawn. At night. So many …"

"And so now, in the shadow of unspoken events, I watch Zampanò's courtyard darken. Everything whimsical has left. I tr…"

"Not seeing the rip doesn’t mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-I’m-Bleeding part."

"[O] June 19, 1994 Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book."

"Known. Some. Call. Is. Air. Am? Incoherent–yes. Without meaning—I'm afraid not."

"I felt like such an idiot. Lude had warned me I'd be certifiable if I showed it to her. Maybe I am. I actually believ…"

"Why did God create a dual universe? So he might say, “Be not like me. I am alone.” And it might be heard."

"A wild ode mentioned at New West hotel over wine infusions, light, lit, lofted on very entertaining moods, yawning in…"