The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?
If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?
I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
Mother of otherness, Eat me.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.