“I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.”

“Here's the thing. Here's the thing I hate: His concern is like a really warm drink when your body is cold, and you feel it go all the way down your throat and then into your stomach, where it pools and spreads out. But the problem is, that cold is good. Cold is numb. And when you're numb, you can't feel pain. You can't feel pain until some stupid warm drink makes you not numb anymore and then you can feel again.”

“Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you.Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you.Consumed by fire of my love for you.I remember what you said to me,I am thinking of your love for me.I am torn by your love for me.Pain and more pain.Where are you going with my love?I'm told you will go from here.I'm told you will leave me here.My body is numb with grief.Remember what I said My LoveGoodbye My Love, goodbye.”

“That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea I suck it down as if I'm in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest.”

“Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.”

“I drink to separate my body from my soul.”