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

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

It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.

It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.

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

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.