You fall in love with people's minds.

Our love lives because I live.

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.

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