Death never mattered at those times - in the early days I even used to pray for it: the shattering annihilation that would prevent for ever the getting up, the putting on of clothes, the wathchign her torch trail across to the opposite side of the common like the tail-light of a low car driving away.

You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other.

You cannot love without intuition.

Had Shakespeare listened to the news of Duncans death in a tavern or heard the knocking on his own bedroom door after he had finished the writing of Macbeth?

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

In a mad world it always seems simpler to obey.

A brain is only capable of what it could conceive, andit couldnt concieve what it hasnt experienced