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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.