... he was juggling issues and solving problems, which was why his brain had no space left for memories.

A glittering disco ball spins from the ceiling, but the music is something I've never heard, discordant and haunting and insistent, the kind of music that demands you dance.

Oh I don't plan on getting married. It's a legalized form of prostitution.

Zizi was young and often confused about how to live his life, �and when he made a choice he clung to it with fierce resolve, �as if to beat his uncertainty into submission.

It was the first honest emotional connection I'd had in a while. So I immediately panicked and had to leave.

I love things that are old and glittery, that come with layers of glamour and past lives.

I can only hope he's an Aries and not a Scorpio.