nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies, attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can't sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles; and don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.