The preparation for the ritual is the ritual.

childhood was not a time in a person's life, but a country, a country under siege, from which certain individuals were taken too soon and never allowed to return. All people were exiled eventually, but whatever happened to them there marked them all their days.

Logic taken to an extreme would always equal chaos.

We make ourselves up as we go.

If you want to write, you have to be willing to be disturbed.