Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.
Michael CunninghamShe is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.
Michael CunninghamVenture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself.
Michael Cunningham