What did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else... books.

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

What did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else... books.

I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.

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.

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

I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.