I found powerful the idea that everything we have is, in effect, stolen from everybody else.

I gasped and pointed the way. I gave you an adventure, Ed, right in front of you but you never saw it until I showed you, and that's why we broke up.

Stretched out in front of me was my time as an adult, and then a skeleton, and then nothing except perhaps a few books on a few shelves.

It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.

I opened my mouth and kissed you then, the first time all night, attacked you and surrendered completely, and let’s get out of here. I’m ready, I’m finished, let’s not break up, no, no. Take me home, my boyfriend, my love.

There are some who go through life with a shadow hanging over them, particularly if they live in a building which has long wide awnings.

Sometimes words are not enough.