Love is like a tower with no doors and mile after mile of gold passages where somebody or something is waiting for me who doesn\'t seem to know

The dining-room is the perfect place for making love in the early morning if you are a fly or a cook or somebody who\'s in another world and does

No one comes to visit her in hospital or visit me because we\'ve got no friends. Jesus is supposed to be our friend but actually He doesn\'t

Because he knows I can\'t stand being touched, the man I live with feeds me sleeping pills and tucks me up to one side of the bed and then another

My mother\'s dead. A spider has eight legs. These are facts. I love them very much. The same forever, neutral like a clock.