When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.

I want a place. It has to do with the kind of person I want to be. And how I fit in to everything. I want people to listen when I open my mouth. And know I'm worth listening to." She stared at me. "That's all?" To me it was not all, it was everything.

Because I had already resolved that if you're afraid of love, your heart will break anyway, only in not half so nice a fashion as it does when you let somebody love you.

There are depths to the human soul that should not be fathomed.

And in that moment I possessed and lost the whole world and everything in it and was left with the feeling and the knowledge, which is love, that no matter how we give ourselves we always end up losing. That to love is to lose, the moment we agree to the bargain. And that, being human, we keep standing there wanting to lose more.

When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.

No one is a virgin, because life has screwed us all.