I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.

You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

Be the instrument playing the sound of your life's passing

I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.

You can call your turkey organic and torture it daily.

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.