When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.

Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?

My good intentions are completely lethal.

Nobody quite knows the truth about cats purring, but it does seem to be also a self-healing thing for them, which is why, when you take your cat to the vet and it's frightened, it will purr.

These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.