I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn't even lie

The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.

Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?

Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.

Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.

She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.