I am always interested in the people in films who have just had a drink thrown in their faces. Sometimes they react with uncontrollable rage, but sometimes—my favorites—they do not change their expressions

Our bodies, lucent under the bedclothes, fit tightly like the pieces of a broken terra-cotta vase now newly mended, smooth surfaces, no jagged edges visible. I’ve read that countries were so interlocked

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