Men… No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
And if there is no god?You act as if there is, and it’s the same thing.
She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.
I couldn’t imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn’t dare.
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter’s hand.