But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant
Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.
Every novelist should possess a hermaphroditic imagination.
I wanted to be an actor. My parents were not too keen on that.
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
Sourmelina's secret (as Aunt Zo put it): 'Lina was one of those women they named the island after.