I'm What Happens After Death, Which Is

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.

The Whole World Is Men's Bloody Fantasies.

I'm Very Staid Compared To My Students, Actually.

But Now That She Had Achieved Knighthood, And Thought And Acted As She Wanted And Decided, For One Has To Act In This Way In Order To Save This World, She Neither Noticed Nor Cared That All The People Around Her Thought She Was Insane.