He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.

Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.

I have no fear of God, and yet fear keeps me awake at night,fear of the devil. And if I believe in the devil, I must believe in God. And if evil is abhorrent to me, I must be a saint. Henry, save me from beatification, from the horrors of static perfection. Precipitate me into the inferno.

she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.