In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

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

In a thousand years time this day will have existed for a thousand years to the day. And the ignorance of the whole world about what they've said today will have a date too.

Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.

I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.