I have no time for things that have no soul.

I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

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.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory

the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.