The body releases its electricity, merges with another, and together there is something like God in this pleasure. But afterward, in the quiet redolent air, there must also be offerings of truth. And so the mystery of love deepens.

Isn’t there something you want to tell me, something filthy and lovely and true

I think we should use some other greeting. Something like ‘what the fuck?”“Okay,” I said, “What the fuck?”“Exactly. Right on. I love you.

There is a point you reach, I mean, when you are just something bad that happened to someone else.

attention is the first and final act act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn't cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy.