The future can always wait so long as the here-and-now is rapturous.

The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.

And then they would watch her closely as the dark, coagulated masses took form before her eyes, became flesh and bone, became gradually human. For all their show of reluctance, she had a sense that they enjoyed introducing her to these horrors, as seducers took pleasure in the corruption of innocence.

I wanted her body and soul, but body first.

Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.

To rehearse imaginary conversations on paper is called literature. To do so out loud is called madness.

One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want.

We drank our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterwards.

I was already at an age when putting off anything was a bad idea.