there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.