what's the matter?" he asked "nothing" "what do you want me to do for you?" "i want you to be old. ten years older. twenty years older" what she meant was: i want you to be weak. as weak as i am.

Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.

Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

God has been kind to dogs in no putting a sense of beauty into their heads.

Only the most naive of questions are truly serious.

Once her love had been publicized, it would gain weight, become a burden.

The reign of imagagology begins where history ends.