I've tried to become someone else for a while, only to discover that he, too, was me.
I'll say I love you, Which will lead, of course, to disappointment, but those words unsaid poison every next moment. I will try to disappoint you better than anyone else has.
I’ll always deny that I kissed her. I was just whispering into her mouth.
Connubial Because with alarming accuracy she’d been identifying patterns I was unaware of—this tic, that tendency, like the way I've mastered the language of intimacy in order to conceal how I felt— I knew I was in danger of being terribly understood.
I will try to disappoint you better than anyone else has.
Bring to me, it said, continual proof / you've been alive.
I think because my parents died in their early 50s, mid 50s, I always thought I would die young. And that's been both a useful thing and I suspect something that's haunted me a little bit.