He felt like telling her his secrets, opening his heart to her, with the same honesty and freedom with which, the previous night, she had opened her body to him.

Planning ahead doesn't mean shit won't happen.

When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.

The work that&#39;s interesting to me in other people is really confessional.

Written By Lena Dunham

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