Perhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give away our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give.

I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.

Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.