one more creature dizzy with love

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

It’s so easy to be easy—if you let it.

Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I don't need anything.' 'You poor boy.

And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good