“Those are the facts but not the truth, which does not even speak the same language.”

“Those are the facts but not the truth, which does not even speak the same language.”

“Say a woman is more than the sum of her parts and I'll listen. Say she is more than fruit and blossom and branch and I'll nod my head yes. But say the body does not want and I will fall to the floor under the weight of a world that does not need the sweet talk of a heartbeat.”

“How fickle it is, memory— preferring some days to others, granting first a blue sky, offering next the sound of laughter, swelling our remembrances until a largeness seeps into the grain of things and memory itself becomes billowed and flapping.”

“Those are the facts but not the truth, which does not even speak the same language.”