Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing done at home.

For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

Only peons made excusses for themselves she taught me. Never apologize, never explain.

I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what I want to do 'cause then at least I would've done what I wanted to do in life. What's that worth?

I almost said, you're not broken, you're just going through something. But i couldn't. She knew. There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn't worked.