New York seems conducted by jazz, animated by it. It is essentially a city of rhythm.
You fall in love with people's minds.
atrophy of feeling creates criminals.
Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.