Farewell, dearest friend, never to see one another any more till at the right hand of Christ.
I have to wear clothes but I don't like to give an idea of what I am with clothes.
When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability.