#dancing after hours

The earth itself was leaving […] was drawing away from her. Stars fell. That was a song, and music would never again be lovely;...

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She was not afraid of pain; she was tired of it; and sometimes she thought being tired of it was worse than fear, that

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But for a long time a desert was inside her.

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That is what he did most of the time, when she was angry or sad or frightened: watched her and listened. He had told her

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I don’t know if there’s a devil. I used to think of Christ in the desert, tempted by this powerful, visible, evil spirit […]

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She knew that some night [love] would burst and blaze, and it would rise in her again and again, would course in her blood,

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[Love] must be something like that, she thought now, something ineffable that comes from outside and fills us; something

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