Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.
My hatred gives me strength.
Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.
To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
In a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering was shameful, disgusting, as if pain were a crime. Who can judge another man's suffering?