There is no shame in impulse.
Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? That's me and my memories.
All events became omens; I lost the ability to take anything literally.
Beyond a certain age, sincerity ceases to feel pornographic.
Why do most of us make such boring choices for the stories of our lives?
The heart of a man is like deep water