Sourmelina's secret (as Aunt Zo put it): 'Lina was one of those women they named the island after.

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

I think, especially when you're in college, each book that you're reading tends to tell you who you are.

We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

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.

The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.