let all the poison that lurks in the mud hatch out

I am made of bullets; shrapnel. You are solar flares and soft lips -  better creatures could love you, I know. But now they’ll have to get through me.

What was a god? A focus of belief. If people believed, a god began to grow. Feebly at first, but if the swamp taught anything, it taught patience. Anything could be the focus of a god. A handful of feathers with a red ribbon around them, a hat and coat on a couple of sticks…anything. Because when all people had was practically nothing, then anything could be almost everything.

What separates the wolf from the sheep is not a matter of good or evil. We all have teeth— but only some of us are willing to use them.

you: why do you like alex ovechkin so much?

He does not despise his suffering, but assumes the burden in all its fullness.

This is a very bad book you’re writing,” I said to myself behind my leaks. “I know,” I said. “You’re afraid you’ll kill yourself the way your mother did,” I said. “I know,” I said.

Be fire, not this ash slipping through the long fingers of a silent god.

Anything is yours if you swallow it.

Oh, Mankind, rejoice in the apathy of our Creator, for it makes us free and truthful and dignified at last.