But for me, ghostly lovers from the past have always been the way things are now. I can’t escape them. They slink out of the walls in layers of light, layers of memory, layers of lust, through layers of time.
— Eve Babitz
But for me, ghostly lovers from the past have always been the way things are now. I can’t escape them. They slink out of the walls in layers of light, layers of memory, layers of lust, through layers of time.
— Eve Babitz