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

love is the only thing we have to save us

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

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

It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

Let's not be afraid of anything that can't really hurt us.

I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.