Jerome was sliding and climbing on top of me and it felt like it had the night before, like a crushing weight. So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

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.

I spend most of every day writing. I like to write every day if I can. I don't start extremely early.

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.

She wanted out of the decorating scheme.