Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.

Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.

When it comes to meat, change is almost always cast as an absolute. You are a vegetarian or you are not.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.