War is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are not. Without the distractions that make life worth living.

I will not eat cakes or cookies or food. I will be thin, thin, pure. I will be pure and empty. Weight dropping off. Ninety-nine... ninety-five... ninety-two... ninety. Just one more to eighty-nine. Where does it go? Where in the universe does it go?

You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.

In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.

You make me feel like I have wings when you touch me.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?