But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

When I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.

It was as if, before she`d met him, her blood had circulated grayly around her body, and now ir was all oxygenated and red. She was petrified of becoming the half-alive person she`d been before.

We're all made up of many parts, other halves. Not just me.

It was amazing how it worked: the tiniest bit of truth made credible the greatest lies.

One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.

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