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

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

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?

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.

like a kid kicked out of class. humiliated and free.

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