I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.

We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.

I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.

My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.