Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.

The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.