Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.

She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.

How do you ever hold on to anybody?

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.

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.