What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.

What did my arms do before they held you?

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.