There are a few things that deal with passion. There's Prozac.
Get ready for the future: it is murder.
I think there's an appetite for seriousness. Seriousness is voluptuous, and very few people have allowed themselves the luxury of it.
Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.
Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.