She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad.

“Lying is not only saying what isn't true. It is also, in fact especially, sayin…”

“Squeezed against each other in the heavy heat, they were silent...looking towar…”

“Ne marche pas devant moi, je ne suivrai peut-être pas. Ne marche pas derrière m…”

“With rebellion, awareness is born.”