I've never been lonely. I've been in a room... I've felt suicidal, I've been depressed. I've felt awful ... awful beyond all , but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.

I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.

It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

They were beautiful nothings