“He was a boy breaking out and into himself at once. That’s what I wanted – not merely the body, desirable as it was, but its will to grow into the very world that rejects its hunger... as if when he came to me, his mouth wet and wanting, he came from a place on fire, a place he could never return to. And what do you do to a boy like that but turn yourself into a doorway, a place he can through again and again entering the same room?”
