And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

English, I know you ... you are German with a license to kill.

It doesn't matter what you do because it's going to happen anyway.

We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

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

... i didn't fall in love of course it's never up to you but she was walking back and forth and i was passing through