No one masters the heart.

And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

The winter has not killed usagain!

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!