Again Sam’s genitals became rock, and this astonished him as much as anything. Through Franz, he was becoming the stone Earth; the final border separating him from the planet was disappearing. And this transformation to...

I surrender to the Monster. What pleasure at last to give way to the strongest force in oneself.

Sam believes now that people repeatedly collide with each other swiftly, brutally – not to produce children but to shatter their sense of self, and be thrust into a creative space beyond reason, where anything...

In the evenings, Sam performs exercises to prepare his body for love-making with Franz. He practices kissing (something he’d once hated) by smooching deer lips, antelope ears, frog anuses, and the great, whiskered muzzles of...

Rocks are more co-operative than people.

I shall listen to my heart and it shall save me. I shall listen to my heart and I’ll be free.

In our lifetimes, we can only know a small portion of what exists. The world is endless and its treasures are inexhaustible.

Lo, each subculture has its own language, and verily I am not a parody. You don’t believe me? Get with the program, crackpot!

As a man I’d been a cool customer. As a woman I was a hot tamale.

Sarcasm is the language of people whose emotions are dying.

But I feel vanity is a part of art and the non-vain are really non-artistic.

Although you can not hear my thoughts, Sam, I imagine I’m talking to you. Prayers to the brother who abandoned me. The day after you left Labrador, my honey started flowing. Is my body weeping...