Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to die.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.

Sometimes my definition of family is: The people in ones life that the only reason there is a relationship is because they are related.

When I have a kid, I want to buy one of those strollers for twins. Then put the kid in and run around, looking frantic. When he gets older, I'd tell him he used to have a brother, but he didn't obey.

I, who was never quite sure about being a girl, needed another life, another image to remind me. And this was my worst guilt; you could not cure nor soothe it. I made you to find me.

I am divorcing daddy, I have been doing it daily all my life.
Daddy would visit and then dash away, as if I were a disease. Daddy, and his whiskey breath, made a long midnight visit in a dream that is not a dream, and then called his lawyer quickly. Daddy divorcing me.
Waiting for Daddy to come home and stuff me so full of (the) infected child, that I turn invisible at last.