God so ponderous in their minds that they could stamp out the world with him in seven days. - Djuna Barnes

THE MAN: What was it she said, ‘Everything we are denied lives in us, and some day I’ll kill all my life that lives in other things only.’ [He begins to weep softly.] And it’s music will be looking for its song, now she’s dead, and it’s many an eve will come down without color, now she’s no more. Come, let us to the funeral.

After all, it is not where one washes one’s neck that counts but where one moistens one’s throat.

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.