this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their impresionable surfaces

Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.

I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral, ironic and relevatory-here is the full chaos of life. An amazing talent.

How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?

I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.

Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy." -white oleander