We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.

With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.

and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it's giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.

There's a gift in your lap and it's beautifully wrapped and it's not your birthday. You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you're alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you're that important.

…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.