There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.
It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.
That the world was silent and cold and bare and that in this lay its terrible beauty
Cities produce in me melancholy or a tension I don't need.
None of those other things makes a difference. Love is the strongest thing in the world, you know. Nothing can touch it. Nothing comes close. If we love each other we're safe from it all. Love is the biggest thing there is.
Hemingway said the only way to write about a place is to leave it.