It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.

Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

One must talk. That's how it is. One must.

I know all one can know when one knows nothing.