"You said 'Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light' and I said 'This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugarcube...' We were in the gold room where everyonefinally gets what they want, so I said 'What do you want, sweetheart?' and you said 'Kiss me.'"
"we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it"
"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to
choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."
"(...) with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, i will turn myself into a gun, because i'm hungry and hollow, and just want something to call my own(...)"