The truth and its opposite are flip sides of the same coin.
Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.
Girlfriend is such a stupid word. I couldn't stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her 'wife.
Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.
You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.
And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.