As a matter of fact she does not know to this day if those words were spoken, or if he only caught her, wound his arms around her, held her so tightly, with such continual, changing pressures that it seemed more than two arms were needed, that she was surrounded by him, his body strong and light, demanding and renouncing all at once, as if he was telling her she was wrong to give up on him, everything was possible, but then again that she was not wrong, he meant to stam himself on her and go.

And now such a warm commotion, such busy love.

I despised their antics because I took life seriously and had a much more lofty and tender notion of romance. But I would have liked to get their attention just the same.

You think that would have changed things? The answer is of course, and for a while, and never.

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it".

The complexity of things - the things within things - just seems to be endless. I mean nothing is easy, nothing is simple.