Sleeping with books is a vicious affair, I do not believe it will ever stop.

If he let one day pass without glancing at a single page, habit led him to feel a vague sense of decay. Therefore, in the face of most intrusions, he tried to arrange it so that he could stay in touch with the printed word. There were moments when he felt that books constituted his only legitimate province.

She tasted of coffee and day old poetry.

This is how you love: you do it in all the wrong ways, because that is the only way we know how.

I wanted to say "don't leave me," but I'm so tired of begging people to stay.

I love the way you lit candles, with the insistence that I never look, just so I can open my eyes and find the light in the darkness.