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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.