Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that
It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.
sometimes I hate you," she said.
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.