she hurriedly wipes her eyes so that he can see the girl he wishes.

I have loved you in every manner that my imagination could contrive. I have wanted you so deeply that my body sang with pain and pleasure. You have been my obsession, my passion, my philosophers' stone of fantasy. You are my desire, my longing, my spirit. I love you unconditionally. - Sabine Strohem

It's the nasty and the accident that form the foundation for elegance that comes later.

Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows

Letter writing is an excellent way of slowing down this lunatic helterskelter universe long enough to gather one’s thoughts

The telephone is a great knee-jerk machine, but if you really want to tell someone how you feel, you need the slowness of the letter. In a society where everything is fast, it's like going out in the country and looking up at the stars.

For me, synchronicity is a way of confirming the rightness of action. It is only in its absence that I realize I'm out of kilter with, for want of a better term, the collective unconscious.