Bag of Bones

weep from our eyes, it's all we can do, but on that evening I felt as if every pore of my body were weeping, every crack and cranny

I didn't laugh. I fell in love.

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and

astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they

only think they understand.

I Heard the Owl Call Rly Name.

No human instinct is more powerful than
the sex-drive when it is fully aroused, and its awakening images are
emotional tattoos that never leave us.

Then I was kissing her, very
gently but very thoroughly--anything worth doing is worth doing
right--

You don't realize the weight of a healthy child until
you hold one, nor do you fully comprehend the life that runs through
them like a bright wire.

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come

uninvited.

I was an older man, and that is our chief

attraction to young women: we make them feel safe.

If anything confirms the idea that we're just another species of animal,
one with a slightly bigger brain and a much bigger idea of our own
importance in the scheme of things, it's how much we can convey by
gesture when we absolutely have to.