“But the next morning, while night owls slept, I climbed trembling to her cubicle and woke her, weeping aloud with a crazed love that lasted until it was carried away without mercy by the violent wind of real life.”

“That night I slept like a baby. When I woke the next morning I knew I was going to smoke heroin again. Everything that day was enjoyable: sitting on the bus, working all day – it all felt good. It was the best day of my life.”

“An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less.”

“Turning her face away from him, she let the tears fall at last. They were carried away on the wind as if they'd never been. Much like her.”

“I realized my room was just next to hers.It was a mirror image of her room, but completely different in all of the ways that couldn't be seen. This shower hadn't washed away our pretenses last night; we hadn't slept together, curled around each other in this bed. These walls hadn't been filled with the sounds of her coming apart beneath me. This desk wasn't broken from a late-morning quickie.”

“A violent wind does not last for a whole morning; a sudden rain does not last for the whole day.”