I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.
shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.
Writing is the product of a deeply disturbed psyche, and by no means therapeutic.
Promiscuity is the death of love.
it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.