Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.

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.

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.

If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.