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

As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.

She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.

It's such a liability to love another person.

A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

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