“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.”

“I have hope in children. In children and warriors. In children who fuck like children and warriors who fight like brave men.”

“I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.”

“El silencio de la muerte es el peor de los silencios, porque el silencio rulfiano es un silencio aceptado y el rimbaudiano es un silencio buscado, pero el silencio de la muerte es el que corta de t...”

“There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.”

“Slo la fiebre y la poesa provocan visiones. / Slo el amor y la memoria. / No estos caminos ni estas llanuras. / No estos laberintos.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”