I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

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

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.

The lover`s discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn`t physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places.

Children learn to speak Male or Female the way they learn to speak English or French.

All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.