The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.
Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.
How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.
Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.
Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.
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.