Love's action. It isn't talk and it never has been.
My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.