And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

You can stroke people with words.

Forgotten is forgiven.

The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.