I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.

To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend lifetime trying to learn and understand.

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.