Man Exists Only Insofar As

My Carmen," I Said (i Used To Call Her That Sometimes) "we Shall Leave This Raw Sore Town As Soon As You Get Out Of Bed." "... Because, Really," I Continued, "there Is No Point In Staying Here." "there Is No Point In Staying Anywhere," Said Lolita.

I Don't Think In Any Language. I Think In Images.

We Loved Each Other With A Premature Love, Marked By A Fierceness That So Often Destroys Adult Lives.

The Spiral Is A Spiritualized Circle. In The Spiral Form, The Circle, Uncoiled, Has Ceased To Be Vicious; It Has Been Set Free.

Was She Really Beautiful? Was She At Least What They Call Attractive? She Was Exasperation, She Was Torture.