my heart is a stopped geranium.

There's a mystery in my crouching here like a beast of prey, flesh gripped by hunger. It's completely absurd: "Is God an animal I'd like to tear apart?" ...But I'm sicker than that. My hunger holds no interest for me. Rather than eat, my desire is to be eaten.

The notion of diametrically opposed siblings is a common enough scenario in films: one’s good, one’s bad; one commits a crime, the other covers it up. Occasionally it’s difficult to tell which one is which.

“There is directness and equipoise in the fervor, just as the greatest turmoil has precision. Like the discretion a tornado has when it tears down building after building, house by house. It is enough, Kafka said, that the arrow fit exactly into the wound that it makes.”