However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. It’s the playing that’s irresistible. Dicing from one year to the next with the things you love, what you risk reveals what you value.

It’s better to think of my life like that— part miracle, part madness. It’s better if I accept that I can’t control any of the things that matter. My life is a trail of shipwrecks and set-sails. There are no arrivals, no destinations; there are only sandbanks and shipwreck; then another boat, another tide.

To avoid discovery I stay on the run. To discover things for myself, I stay on the run.

I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.

I had relationships with men as well as women. I wasn't choosing; I didn't think I had to.