She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest.

You can't shape me anymore. I am the uncontrolled element, the random act. I am forward movement in time. You think you can see me? Then tell me, who am I? You don't know.

Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.

I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.

You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.