These bits of poetry that stick to her like burrs.
A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.
The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.
My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead.
You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.
And that phrase - 'sleeping like a baby.' Some blonde said it blithely on the subway the other day. I wanted to lie down next to her and scream for five hours in her ear.