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'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.

Don't waste your time on life.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

Basically you come up with the fictional idea and you start writing that story, but then in order to write it and to make it seem real, you sometimes put your own memories in. Even if it's a character that's very different from you.

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