Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.

Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.