I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.

Topics... are what people talk about when they don't know each other well. Topics... are what men talk about.

What was it called, that symbol of the serpent eating its own tail? It probably signified infinity, endlessness, timelessness. But for me it would mean the effort to love well going on and on, round and round, always imperfect and always forgivable. The best we could ever do for each other.

Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.

I often think my life would be a lot easier if I were a mute.

I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.

I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.