I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.