When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

The box is only temporary.

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.