I was suffering from the delusion that it's the thought that counts.

The most sumptuous experience of ingestion is in-between: remembering the last bite and looking forward to the next one.

I didn't care about anything. And there's a freedom in apathy, a wild, dizzying liberation on which you can almost get drunk. You can do anything. Ask Kevin.

...hoarders of guilty secrets are inevitably consumed with appearances.

I have never in all my life considered you other people.

Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.

Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.