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“For the world is divided, experience teaches, into two parts: things to be murdered, and things that would hinder the murder of things”

“Staring at his grotesquely muscled shoulders- stooped, naked despite the cold, sleek as the belly of a shark and as rippled with power as the shoulders of a horse- I found my mind wandering. If I let myself, I could drop into a trance just looking at those shoulders. He was dangerous. And yet I was excited, suddenly alive.”

“December, approaching the year’s darkest night, and the only way out of the dream is down and through it.
The trees are dead.
The days are an arrow in a dead man’s chest.
Snowlight blinds me, heatless fire; pale, apocalyptic.
The creeks are frozen; the deer shows their ribs….
The trees are dead, and only the deepest religion can break through time and believe they’ll revive.

The lid is off that Pringles can and now I know exactly how good he tastes, how he holds me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world, how he growls when he’s about to lose it. A woman could get addicted to being touched like that, to affecting her partner that deeply with only a kiss and an embrace.

Emergency book at school when I have forgotten mine. The stories are very good.

I don’t like mean and hurtful pranks and putting cayenne pepper in someone’s underwear counts.

DNF... I understand the concept of being a-sexual as an intellectual exercise but I don't really understand it on a deep level. I found reading this book difficult because of this.