What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Instead of answering her as soon as he saw her hair grow electric, her face more vivid, her eyes like lightning, her body restless and jerky like a racehorse’s, he retired behind this wall of objective understanding, this gentle testing and acceptance of her, just as one watches an animal in the zoo and smiles at his antics, but is not drawn into this mood. It was this which left Lilith in a state of isolation - indeed, like a wild animal in an absolute desert.

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night-- his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell.

Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.