Life without God’s love is like a donut, ’cause there’s a hole in the middle of your heart!

"To speak of her as if her death is the culmination of the work, though, is to ignore her attention to death’s vast and fecund opposite, rife with pleasure, with suffering."

“In her demands, I hear seduction, the kind that plays out when you’re already in bed with someone, whispering ‘we can’t’ while you do.”

“Life— / I am of both your directions / Somehow remain hanging downward / the most / but strong as a cobweb”

“I used to accept, unquestioningly, that pleasure was fleeting, but now I think it has an afterlife."