I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved.

All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love, really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... pride, or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real, because if the world was real, it would be immortal.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.