These People Picked You Up

No Matter How Unappealing, Each Of Them Imagines He Is Somehow Worthy.

I Wondered Where He Was Now Whether I Would Ever Hear Him Again. Whether Someone Would Love Him, Someday Show Him What Beauty Mean't.

A Novel Is Like A Dream In Which Everyone Is You. They’re All Parts Of Yourself.

How Many People Ask You To Come Share Their Life?

I Emitted Some Civetlike Female Stink, A Distinct Perfume Of Sexual Wanting, That He Had Followed To Find Me Here In The Dark.