If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.
sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love
A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.
A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.
At times I feel like a socket that remembers its tooth.
I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I’d practically invented.