Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.
“I listened a little to punk when I was younger, but it was straight edge punk. It was nothing like what is going on now, like poppy punk.”
“There are moments when the body is as numinous as words, days that are the good flesh continuing. Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings, saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.”