Цитаты из книги We Love You, Bunny

I am making her eat her own Words and she cares not for their Taste.

They said, Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs. They said, You are so fucking beautiful it actually hurts me physically to look at you. Ouch, they said, looking at us still. Ouch, ouch. They said, You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you, k?

One must simply stare directly into the eye of one’s enemy (or friend), quite like I’m staring at you now. One must never blink first and look away, but look deep into the iris and attempt with one’s mind to see into the black. To find the Shadow Self shivering there, homely and afraid. Once one sees the Shadow Self, one must smile. As if to say, I see you in there. And the enemy (or friend) will instantly deflate.

A reaction. That’s all poets want. To fuck with you immediately and irreversibly. Forget plot. No journey or catharsis through narrative, no no. They go for the right for the jugular with their word art and leave you bleeding. I kind of have to admire them for this.

Being the verb and the noun rather than the adjective, the useless adverb.

Vik was style over substance, provocation over punch.

Still staring murder at the sky, lost in her melodrama clouds.

In the dead of fucking February. In the crotch of rainy, never-ending March. In the wet blush of April.

There are Times, Reader, when there are no Words at all. When only the Language of before Times will do. The Language of Wind and Grasses that I can no longer speak. Now I have only this broken Language of my Keepers that cannot capture what I felt.

“I have read many Pages,” I said. “Though I have eaten more than I have read,” I confessed. “And definitely I have defecated more than I have eaten.”