- No one wants to know what's in his head. It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be. (Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors)
- all these ghosts come streaming down / What is a ghost? Something that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead. / let the world have its way with you, or disappear and save everyone the bother of a dark suit. (Landscape with Fruit Rot and Millipede)
- I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way. / Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it - living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. (Birds Hover the Trampled Field)
- Why do anything at all? / Because people die. The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does. (The Language of the Birds)
- You will die in your sleep and leave everything unfinished. (Still Life with Skulls and Bacon)
- I like dead things / They cannot hurt me. / There's not enough room for us to be ourselves. (Landscape with Several Small Fires)
- Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other. (Detail of the Fire)
- A boy spills a glass of milk and his father picks him up by the back of the shirt and throws him against the wall. / The wife had died by sadness, by her own hand. / She is living and her dead hands feeds her pills that don't work. / Sometimes there is noise and sometimes song and often there is silence, / You are a translator, / and the sound is the voice of the enemy. (War of the Foxes)
- I imagined my wrists broken just enough to keep the feeling from crawling up my arm. Dangerous thing: an open arm, / rungs of the ladder / How much can you change and get away with it, before you run into someone else, before it's some kind of murder? (Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light)
- If you don't believe in God, then who are you talking to? (Three Proofs)
- Perfect and completely dead. (Ghost, Zero, Suitcase, and the Moon)
- I put my sadness in a box. The box went soft and wet and weak at the bottom. (The Field of Rooms and Halls)
- Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. (Detail of the Woods)
- Paint ghosts over everything, the sadness of everything. / To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery. (Landscape with Black Coats in Snow)
- The blurriness of being alive. Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it. / you think you're better than we are. Maybe you are. / There is no new me, there is no old me, there's just me, the same me, the whole time. / I'd rather quit. I'd rather be sad. It's too much work. / maybe it's better if my opponent wins. (Self-portrait Against Red Wallpaper)
- I stepped out so things could progress without me. / What happens when I no longer want to meet you? / it leaves a hole. Nothing lasts forever: / Lovers abandoned and desperate? sure. Longing and Suffering? Of course. / The days were short and the halls were long. / The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you. / The bruise: / You are what you cover up. (Glue)
- I was sleeping in whiteness, / and you woke me and told me your dream, my blank face upturned, listening. You came to me while we were sleeping, we were both sleeping, and you asked me to hold this for you. I am holding this for you. (Turpentine)
- Someone has to leave first. / Are you dead as well? / There is a ghost at the end of the song. / I stayed as long as I could. (The Worm King's Lullaby)
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