“It is a deere collop
That is cut out of th' owne flesh.”

“There is a road that turning always
Cuts off the country of Again.
Archers stand there on every side
And as it runs time's deer is slain
And lies where it has lain.”

“On the ice flow they grip,
cut, twist, break open seeds
throwing out the white salt,
revive volcanic dreams:
unable to satisfy
their diminuated lust
the allegoric flesh
learns the thrill of return.”

“Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.”

“The Deer don't dine
When a Wolf's about,
And the Porcupine
Sticks his quill-points out.”

“It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.”

“How can he practice true compassion
Who eats the flesh of an animal to fatten his own flesh?”

“For the yearners know that the life of flesh is but the bridge to the fleshless Life. And the yearners know that the coarse and inadequate senses are but the peepholes into the world of the infinitely fine and adequate sense. And the yearners know that every flesh they tear they must inevitably repair, sooner or later, with their own flesh; and every bone they crush they must rebuild with their own bone; and every drop of blood they spill they must replenish with their own blood. For, that is the law of flesh.”

“The real offence, as she ultimately perceived, was her having a mind of her own at all. Her mind was to be his — attached to his own like a small garden-plot to a deer-park.”

“The hunter and the deer a shade.”