I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.

What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can’t I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening—where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I’d like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood. 'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie.

You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul.