To ask me to verify my life by giving you my statistics is like using science to validate sorcery. It robs the world of its magic and makes milestones out of us all.

Beware of those who weep with realization$$$ for they have realized nothing.

Nothing is pending in the world$$$ nothing is finished$$$ yet nothing is unresolved. Everything is filled to the brim.

In this country you do not need to think$$$ but only to look$$$ and soon you think you understand everything.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window of her eyes and this is very frightening.

But needs must when the devil drives.

Language is power$$$ life and the instrument of culture$$$ the instrument of domination and liberation.

Our fingernails match our toenails$$$ match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.

The invisible is only another unexplored country$$$ a brave new world.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.