I tend to the wound so often, it never heals.

With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even 'hello' sounds like 'come here'.

My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.

Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.

Apathy is the same as war, it all kills you, she says. Slow like cancer in the breast or fast like a machete in the neck.

I think in Somali, I cuss in Somali, when I'm afraid I reach for somali and this language is very rich, very filling. It's an unflinching language; the crudest most terrible things sound perfectly normal in Somali.