Khrushchev reminds me of the tiger hunter who has picked a place on the wall to hang the tiger's skin long before he has caught the tiger. This tiger has other ideas.

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

Life is a perilous voyage.

My heart is like a singing bird.

On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.

You're rarer than a can of Dandelion & Burdock and those other girls are just post-mix lemonade

I swear we'd lose our hearts if they weren't with elastic and butterfly pin clasped safely in.

You are not a handgun. More like a pellet gun. Maybe even a slingshot.

Anaemia is an illness primarily affecting characters in novels.

Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I...

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

The wise oyster stays in its shell.

Tied to the physical, deaf to the eternal, riveted by my own shortcomings, I was thinking only of what a bad choice I'd made when choosing a partner for a chat. This guy was faking timidity to lure...

I stared, like always. A tree in the Petrified Forest. I looked down at my hands and feet and ordered them to move, only they wouldn't.

I think: perhaps the sky is a huge sea of fresh water and we, instead of walking under it, walk on top of it; perhaps we see everything upside down and the earth is a kind of sky, so that when we die,...

There is absolutely nothing that can harm the shadow. Nothing. I advise you strongly not try.

His voice gave out and he made several wavy motions with his hand, indicative of the shape of a woman who would probably be unable to keep her balance.

Cigarette kisses the flame. But the mouth kisses the woman.

Kali has a habit of doing these beautiful works that never translate during the races in the afternoon. They call animals like her morning glories, or horrendous bets. Take your pick.

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

See this abdicated beast, once king of them all, nibble his claws: Not anger enough left - no, nor despair - To break his teeth on the bars.

How do you express a skinny blonde werewolf and a former toad in a cake?

Her words were like tinfoil

With kings and queens inside his bag. Hulaki was a man of power.

Singing in a storm silences thunder's threats.

Beauty of your love-filled smile created a mark on the stone wall of my heart, I can never erase it.

"You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.' 'We can't both be Alexander.' 'Well sometimes I think you're two sides of the same coin, and I'm the metal in between.'"

Yeah, tell me I'm a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That's the way to my heart.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

Look for God, suggests my Guru. Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.