I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

“What we need, is a break out. Out of our lives, out of Seattle, out of the dumb…”

“You must let it glide on surfaces so you don't make a mess of things”

“In water, like in books—you can leave your life.”

“That image of Joan of Arc burning up in a fire burned inside me like a new reli…”