The price of tapping water into every house is that no one values water any more.
Between skin and skin, there is only light.
Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.
He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.
Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.
He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.