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.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.