There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

Never fear being alone, because you never are.

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.