The outrage was on the scale of God. My younger brother was immortal and they hadn't noticed. Immortality had been concealed in my brother's body while he was alive, and we hadn't noticed that it dwelt there. Now my brother's body was dead, and immortality with it. ... And the error, the outrage, filled the whole universe.

You are what you are and that fascinates me.

The thing that's between us is fascination, and the fascination resides in our being alike. Whether you're a man or a woman, the fascination resides in finding out that we're alike.

I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.

In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.