Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.

Your body will never be familiar.

Most of our distractions are designed to invite us away from this recognition, which is a good idea.

I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover

Music is the emotional life of the most people.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

You lose your grip, and then you slip into the Masterpiece.