Dancing Is The Normal Prelude To Intercourse.

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

The First Time I Saw A Fingerbowl Was At The Home Of My Benefactress. [...] The Water Had A Few Cherry Blossoms In It, And I Thought It Must Be Some Clear Sort Of Japanese After-dinner Soup And Ate Every Bit Of It, Including The Crisp Little Blossoms.

If The Body Is A Temple, Then Tattoos Are Its Stained Glass Windows.

I Lay In That Tub On The Seventeenth Floor Of This Hotel For-women-only, High Up Over The Jazz And Push Of New York, For Near Unto An Hour, And I Felt Myself Growing Pure Again. I Don't Believe In Baptism Or The Waters Of Jordan Or Anything Like That, But I Guess I Feel About A Hot Bath The Way Those Religious People Feel About Holy Water.

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be So Open: It Is As If My Heart Put On A Face And Walked Into The World.