How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.
Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.
We keep wanting to save those who are forlorn in this world. It’s a male habit.
I thought I was being loved because I was being altered.
When I read biographies, I skip the first thirty pages about the childhood because it doesn't seem interesting to me.
People don't write about kids; you have to give them a lot of freedom, and that causes anarchy and that causes farce.