Could you fall in love with her if she wasn’t smarter than you? I mean, she may not be smarter than you. But isn’t it important for you to think she is smarter than you in order to fall in love? Think now. Why is that? Because we want to know things, how the pieces fit. Talkers seduce, words direct us into corners. We want more than anything to grow and change. Brave new world.

I went mad before he did, you killed everything in me. Kiss me,will you. Stop defending yourself.

There were nights when Cullis would lie beside her, barely touching her with the tip of his finger. He would move down the bed, kissing her brown hip, her hair, to the cave within her. When they were apart he wrote how he loved the sound of her breath in those moments, the intake and release of it, paced and constant, as if preparing, as if knowing there was to be long distance ahead. His hands on her thighs, his face wet with the taste of her, her open palm on the back of his neck.

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

Because we want to know things, how the pieces fit. Talkers seduce, words direct us into corners. We want more than anything to grow and change. Brave new world.

All over the world there must be people like us, Anna had said then, wounded in some way by falling in love - seemingly the most natural of acts.

He refused to believe in his own weaknesses, and with her he had not found a weakness to fit himself against.

How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.