Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

Did you ever really love her? Not really no. But me? Yes. Even though I have no pizzazz?

The job of the artist is to point at things.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

I went to the bedroom and lay on the floor, so as not to mess up the covers.

He breathed out the bitter air that makes women doubt everything, and I breathed it in, as I had always done. I expelled my dust, the powder of everything I had destroyed with doubt, and he pulled it into his lungs.

When I was fifteen, a dark shape came into my room at night. It was dark, but it glowed, which is the first of many facts you will have to tackle with your imagination. It wasn't in the shape of a person, but right away I knew it was like a person in every way except for how it looked. As it turns out, our looks are not the main thing that makes us human.