“Some days I don’t exist. My bed becomes a casket.”

“I don’t blame the ocean for gorging on flotsam, or eating people alive.”

There is no without, no beyond, no outside of the cave. That is the radical difference between Nietzsche and Plato.

“At night the madness goes for my throat.”

“About noon, an arrow entered Joan’s body, just above her left breast, at exactly the place she had prophesied to her confessor on her way from Chinon to Orléans. She fell back, in shock and in great pain. She wept, despite her foreknowledge of the nature of her wound. It is as though she were surprised, not that she had been struck by an arrow, but that it would hurt.”

“you smell like a dead woman

“Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.”