WHO'S THERE?

“—two lips opening like petals in a blaze.”

“Guide her to where the wild roses bloom. She is so tired of being led astray, of being dragged to a forest of thorns and left to fend for herself in the vast darkness.”

“Each time / I enter a memory, it changes with my entrance.”

“Time had suffered a profound disturbance, and I could feel all sorts of dark debris from the far past shifting and beginning to move up towards the surface.”

“Sex is more than an act of pleasure, it’s the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it’s almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you’re a part of them.”

“It’s supposed to be women who behave like cats, but he has a soft step, appearing out of nowhere; and when I do notice him, he’s watching me like I’m prey and my eyes slide away from his. But I still sense him there, watching, listening to my blood flow, rushing, rushing through my body at the thought of his mouth.”

“He was too tender to be able to content himself with himself. He suffered from the universal suffering. That crushed him by the amount of its pain, which he exaggerated:—for if humanity does support it in spite of everything, that is because humanity has a harder hide than is the delicate skin of a frail boy. But what he did not exaggerate and what weighed him down much more than the suffering of the world was the imbecility of it all.”

“Oh God she’s beautiful. She’s beyond beautiful, she’s real. She seems funny too, and a hint of crazy, I can feel it. Beautiful, crazy, funny. Jesus Christ she’s perfect. And that’s really annoying. Really annoying.”

“Whenever she smiled, He felt like some flame’s shadow Dancing on a wall”

“i am crowded by your absence.”