The night seems more temporary than the day, especially to lovers, and it also seems more uncertain. In this way it sums up our lives, which are uncertain and temporary. We forget about that in the day. In the day we go on for ever.

“If there's such a thing as spiritual adultery, my mother was a whore.”

“I wasn’t reading poetry because my aim was to work my way through English Liter…”

“I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropp…”

“The mystics and the churchmen talk about throwing off his body and its desires,…”