He had a thousand-year-old stare.

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

I prefer to have some beliefs that don't make logical sense.

We have these earthly bodies. We don't know what they want. Half the time, we pretend they are under our mental thumb, but that is the illusion of the healthy and the protected. Of sedate lovers. For the body has emotions it conceives and carries through without concern for anyone or anything else. Love is one of those, I guess. Going back to something very old knit into the brain as we were growing. Hopeless. Scorching. Ordinary.

I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.

There will never come a time when I will be able to resist my emotions.

Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.