Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.

That was the way illness appeared in a house, in the corners, in between floorboards, on the hooks in the closet, along with the sweaters and coats.

The best way to die is when your living

Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.