[Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff] Well you know I wonder, it could be love running toward my life with its arms up yelling let’s buy it what a bargain!

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

Desire is not simple. In Greek the act of love is a mingling and desire melts the limbs. Boundaries of body, category of thought, are confounded.

All lovers believe they are inventing love.

The basic rules of male-female relationswere imparted atmospherically in our family,no direct speech allowed.

The story concerns the reason why we love to fall in love. Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how the impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now.This is not uncommon after loss of love—blue and black and red blasting the crater open.I am interested in anger.

I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.

for when I look at you, even for a moment, no speaking is left in me