“When art separates this thick tangle of feelings, love bares its bones.”

“it sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics…”

“Faults become thick when love is thin.”

“Pleasant, a steed with a thick mane in a tangle;
Also pleasant, crackling fuel.
Pleasant, desire, and silver fringes;
Also pleasant, the conjugal ring.”

“So we are alone in our blood and bones and our thoughts. It seems we are separate if we want to feel that way. And yet we can look out.”

“Life is art. Art is life. I never separate it. I don’t feel that much anger. I equally have a lot of joy.”

“May I keep this book forever. May this book and this body outlast my love. May this book and this body love me as I love its length, its breadth, its thickness, its text, its skin, its letters, its punctuation, its quiet and its noisy pages.”

“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

“Life is probably a tangle of love and hate permanently knotted together.”

“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.”