When you live with a woman you learn something every day. So far I have learned that long hair will clog up the shower drain before you can say 'Liquid-Plumr';
The pain has left but I know that it has not gone far, that it is sulking somewhere in a corner or under the bed and it will jump out when I least expect it.
It's as though I'm a cloud, and he's expecting rain.
To world enough and time.
Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?
I love you always. Time is nothing.
I do get tired of humans
My reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.
The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’ve interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an e...
When I was young I didn't understand, but now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.
Martin said, It feels as though part of my self has detached and gone to Amsterdam, where it—she—is waiting for me. Do you know about phantom-limb syndrome? Julia nodded. There's pain where she ought...
It's hard to be the one who stays. I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way. I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash tha...
I now have an erection that is probably tall enough to ride some of the scarier rides at Great America without a parent.
I feel like a pink worm in the core of this green room, as though I have eaten my way in and should be working on becoming a butterfly, or something. I’m not real awake, here, at the moment. I hear so...
So in order to cope, I pick locks, shoplift, pick pockets, mug people, panhandle, break and enter, steal cars, lie, fold, spindle, and mutilate. You name it, I've done it
It seems like we're going to collide, and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or stea...
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
I reach up and pull my hair back from my face, show him the scar from the accident. Unconsciously, he mimics my gesture, touches the same scar on his own forehead.It's just like mine, says my self, am...
Our coffee is so good we drink it ourselves!
Why is love intensified by absence?
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