I seem to be good at asking for trouble.

That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame to your lips. Pausing to breathe in before you pull back again.

Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.

It is possible there are some things you want so badly that you will change your life to make them happen.

It's like being raised by wolves -- you don't realize you're not one yourself until someone points it out to you. Sometimes it makes me so mad that not everyone treats me just like another wolf.

How do you ever hold on to anybody?