your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught.

Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.

Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story.

August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.

If we make anything that lasts, it outlives us.

We are lucky, even the worst of us, for daylight comes.

To me, life, for all its privations, is a luminous thing. You have to risk it.