You keep thinking that with practice you will eventually get the knack of enjoying superficial encounters, that you will stop looking for the universal solvent, stop grieving. You will learn to compound happiness out of small increments of mindless pleasure.
I'm a romantic; you have to be to marry four times.
Love is the eternal quest: almost everyone wants to love and be loved.
Everything becomes symbol and irony when you've been betrayed
Mine is not an autonomous imagination.
Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren’t.