All we can do is go around telling the truth.

The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.

I´m a stranger in a strange land.

I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past.

the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.

Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons--throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.

I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.