The only thing we can do is to say ‘Fuck it’ over and over again, really loud, until someone stops us.
She's going to break my heart and I'm going to let her.
Our love has been the thread through thelabyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.
Mama said, Dreams are different to real life but important too.
It would be a bad joke if I fell and broke myself now.
I told Ing once that she dances like a German and she didn't like it, but it's true: she dances seriously, like lives are hanging in the balance, like precision dancing can save the starving children...
I sometimes end up in dangerous situations, and I come back to you broken and messed up, and you worry about me when I'm gone. It's like marrying a policeman.
I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for safekeeping, in case I lose it again.
I feel moderately bad about this whole thing. On the one hand, I am providing myself with urgently required survival skills. Other lessons in this series include Shoplifting, Beating People Up, Pickin...
Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against.
After an hour or so has passed I too am gone and there is only a blanket and a book, coffee cups, and clothing, to show that we were there at all.
Tenho medo de que você se canse de não poder contar comigo para nada e me largue. (...)- Nunca vou largar você - diz. - Ainda que você viva me largando.- Mas eu nunca quero te largar.
When we met I was wrecked, blasted, and damned, and I am slowly pulling myself together because I can see that you are a human being and I would like to be one, too. And I have been trying to do it wi...
When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise.
When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?
Valentina
Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.
There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.
The kissed surprised him because it had been so long since he'd kissed anyone but Elspeth. It surprised Valentina because she had hardly ever kissed anyone that way - to her, kissing had always been m...
The house envelops us, watches us, contemplates us as we make love in it for the first time, the first time of many times, and afterward, as we lie spent on the bare floor surrounded by boxes, I feel...