Virgin suicide What was that she cried? No use in stayin' On this holocaust ride She gave me her cherry She's my virgin suicide

He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.

There are some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things.

It was morning by the clock but deepest nighttime in his body.

The Statue of Liberty's gender changed nothing. It was the same here as anywhere: men and their wars.

Where else would she feel more comfortable than in this subterranean realm where people wrote down what they couldn't say, where they gave voice to their most shameful longings and knowledge?

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly