And after that, after the awkward shuffling away of that last thin layer of clothes, words retreated to the sounds they once were. We had sex. A happy entanglement of warm limbs and warmer love....

Tomorrow I’ll suggest the liar lies against himselfSo our condition makes escape impossible? — we breatheand it’s moving air that causes stars to twinkle

Men are more resilient than that, I think. Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.

All this miraculous hatred. Christ, a man can’t eat his breakfast for filling his belly full of it.

Lovers are not snails; they don’t have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.