"Alexandria's lovers in the handful of years since her divorce had tended to be husbands let stray by the women who owned them." "The tide was low tonight, low under a new moon, so low ancient anchors and rotten dory ribs jutted into starlight where saltwater covered them for all but a few hours of... Continue Reading →
"Watching him. I mean, handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting." "He is like this incredibly beautiful VanGogh painting with slashes all through it. True, it's a VanGogh, but look at all those slashes."
It's a coin toss, its a game on Your were born lost and dirt blonde No curfew with your drunk mom No one to stop you now And I'll give you my opinion its the only one I got They'll turn you into something whether you are it or not But they'll never get... Continue Reading →
i have what i have and i am happy i've lost what i've lost and i am still happy -outlook From the poetry book "Milk & Honey"
And love is not the easy thing The only baggage that you can bring... And love is not the easy thing The only baggage you can bring Is all that you can't leave behind And if the darkness is to keep us apart And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off And... Continue Reading →
you were the most beautiful thing i'd ever felt until now. and i was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing i'd ever feel. do you know how limiting that is. to think at such a ripe young age i'd experienced the most exhilarating person i'd ever meet. how i'd spend the rest of my... Continue Reading →
"It goes on and on, and finally there are only others' recollections of your behavior--your bizarre, frenetic, aimless behaviors--for mania has at least some grace in partially obliterating memory." "But then back on lithium and rotating on the same planet at the same pace as everyone else, you find your credit is decimated, your mortification... Continue Reading →
"I will light a fire on cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread. People will come to me to have their fortunes... Continue Reading →
"The shop smelled of stale smoke, damp, and plastic dust covers, and it's narrow and dingy and dirty and overcrowded, partially because that's what I wanted--that is what record shops should look like, and only Phil Collins's fans bother with those that look as clean and wholesome as a suburban habitat--and partly because I can't... Continue Reading →