And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.

Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could you save someone when he didn't let you kno him? What a waste. The beauty he murdered in this place. He could never see what he had, only what he failed to achieve.

We have no home, she told me. I am your home.

I'm always looking for something new and interesting to say. And it can't be something I'm directly experiencing.

Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.

We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.