But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.

We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish.

We both believe in monsters. But all the ghosts and demons are you. And all the angels and genies are you. All the kings, queens, Buddhas, beautiful boys. Inside you. No one can take them away. (Missing Angel Juan.)

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you