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Their house is what I see when I look up from my notebook.

Keaton didn’t control his emotions; he put them to use.

Lust for power and money undermined their morality and common sense.

The appetite for self-surrender is nothing new in our makeup.

My head was muffled in velvet, my body exposed in an old slip.

Pale dust clung to their skin like the lime he had thrown on the dead.

Ivan rolled his eyes, and looked at the sky like someone about to be martyred.

The suite cost as much as a two-pound brick of Panama Red.

I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

I am not prepared for postwar Freetown. Postwar Sierra Leone.

Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.

Someone’s walk is pretty much who they are, from the beginning.

As far as I was concerned you need never have been my father.

If this farmer worried about her husband, he gave no sign.

It’s difficult to be blessed by Madam Pele. She gives wonderful trouble.

Walking through the snow with her was enough, quiet enough.

She offered her face up for what should be a brotherly kiss.

Her previous existence seemed unreal, now, a faint rumor.

She’d lifted the plot from a TV show she’d watched the night before.

Stripped we are — no mark of wealth or rank upon us. We wear our skins.

The rings of Saturn flash their nothing yellows, nothing blues beautiful.

Nothing was permanent, no friend I made, no math test I took.

I am left with little Rome for error. I choose wrong, then I revise.

I wander among my recollections of the world of letters in London.

Let’s span a time with each other. The mutual will give us pleasure.

What does it take for a woman like you to decide to do something?

Well, back home has really changed, you won’t get that same bammy.

The wild-eyed horse was more a figure of nightmare than dream.