I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.