How did her life live itself without her.

Let love write on you for awhile.

It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.

She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else

It would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed.

Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.

I think after you live it's like before you lived.