“[He] told me more than once that being with me is like an epileptic with a pacemaker being married to a strobe light artist.” — Maggie Nelson Copy Share Image
“She could, at this stage of things, recognize signals like that, as the epileptic is said to—an odor, color, pure piercing grace note announcing his seizure. Afterward it is only this signal, really dross, this secular announcement, and never what… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image