So life was nothing more than this carnal stickiness, men and women’s desire, pawing one another, possessing one another, moving on… Everything else was lies told by poets.
Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even.”
I sensed one could simultaneously love a man to the point of submitting to him and love oneself to the point of hating him because he subjugates us.
Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Being a somewhat dark person myself, I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive.
INEZ: Forget! How childish! I can feel you right down to my bones. Everything you don’t say yells itself into my ears. You can nail your mouth shut, cut off your tongue, do you think that will keep you from existing? Do you think it will stop you from thinking? I can hear your brain going tick-tock like an alarm clock, and I know you can hear mine. And you want to sit back in your easy chair! You’re all over the room. Every sound comes into my ears because you’ve heard it on the way. You’ve even stolen my face. You know what it looks like and I don’t any more. And her! You’ve stolen her. If we were alone do you think she’d dare treat me the way she does? Take those hands away from your face. I’m not going to leave you alone, it would be too easy. You’d like to just stay there unconscious, buried inside yourself like a Buddha, and have me sit over here with my eyes shut, knowing that every sound she made, down to the rustling of her dress, was for you, and she was sending over smiles to you that you couldn’t see. But I’m not having any of that! I want to choose my own Hell. I want to look right at you and fight in the open.
Every love story is a ghost story.
You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
Seriously. If you see me, don’t come up and try and give me a hug. Don’t say Hi, don’t smile. Just get the fuck out of my way and hope I don’t want some of your hair.