They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.

This soup tastes like windows

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.

It's much more important to write than to be written about.