EXSOMNAMBULO

"Then you must weep for me, I told him, as Christ wept for mankind."

"Without knowing it, he was in love with the earth. He had a feeling of support for her, even though he knew that in the end it would be this same earth's job to take him into her, to disintegrate and digest him."

"No time is like this one, the evening's final, silent hour. No sorrows burn any longer, no voices crowd any more."

"But to abandon you, said the other, would be to leave a part of myself behind, and how can I do that when I do not know which part you are?"

”Beauty was a tragic virtue often abused because we are fooled by it, but I emanated something darker, something uglier. Like a fraught hunger for life, like a voice that said I would do anything.”

Your love demands Nothing less than My wounded heart And my heart is filled With nothing but your longings.

”I have resolved to apply myself to everything I do to make up for lost time.”

"This is the dysfunction talking. This is the disease talking. This is how much I miss you talking. This is the deepest blue, talking, talking, always talking to you.”

“I think here I will leave you. It has come to seem there is no perfect ending. Indeed, there are infinite endings. Or perhaps, once one begins, there are only endings.”

”She thinks of the 4 a.m. lonelinesses that have folded her up like death, discordant, without logical and beautiful conclusion.”

"The limits of my language mean the limits of my world."

”And we go on, keep giving birth and watch ourselves die, over and over. And ground spinning beneath us goes on talking.”

“I could feel the anxious tremble in his voice—the tremble that made me think of a knife, the trembling that signaled to me that he did not know what was happening to me.”