“I don't want your duty kisses. They taste bitter”

“The kiss tasted of bitter sleep, the sourness of the wine. Something brought by each of them.”

“December tastes like Hershey's Kisses. The month of December and those little Hershey's Kisses candies are connected in a way that I can't quite articulate. For me, at least. I do know that eating a Hershey's Kiss is like an act of communion - like taking a tiny taste of December into myself. I don't like to eat them at other times of the year, because I don't want that special association to fade.”

“Your kiss is bitter with cocaine.”

“My words are the kisses but many of the times they don't taste so good as the touch of your lips does to mine.”

“I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue.Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.”