I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Do you think you weren’t loved enough?” She tilted her head and looked at me. Then she gave a sharp, little nod.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
