The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?
There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.
She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.
A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.
before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.
It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?