My only ritual is to just sit down and write, write every day.
It turned out I had always been a smoker. I just hadn't had any cigarettes.
We haven't slept together. But we've napped
Tracy, the leader of the CDH group, looks at me with eyes that seem to belong to someone three times her age. It's something beyond wisdom, all the way to insanity and back. It's like her eyes are scarred from all the things she's seen.
It was a salad bar of phobias
I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.