The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

When I stand at the top of the Champs-Elysées, with its chestnut trees in flower, its undulations of shining cars, its white spaciousness, I feel as if I were biting into a utopian fruit, something velvety and lustrous and rich and vivid.

The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.

Guilt is the one burden human beings can't bear alone.

I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect moment, but nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. Neither one of us can say just the right thing. We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely. I love you June.

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.