I used to build dreams about you.

If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that registered earthquakes ten thousand miles away.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.

I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-- it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.