I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.

Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn't quite because we were too smart for them!

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for

I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.