How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.

It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.

How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.

It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.

In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

I have been standing on the side of life, watching it float by. I want to swim in the river. I want to feel the current. -Loving Frank