We fitted together like the two halves of an oyster-shell. I was Narcissus, embracing the pond in which I was about to drown. However much we had to hide our love, however guarded we had to be about our pleasure, I could not long be miserable about a thing so very sweet. Nor, in my gladness, could I quite believe that anybody would be anything but happy for me if only they knew.

There is no patience so terrible as that of the deranged.

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

.. now i begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, i fear it will never be assuaged. i think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

life is crap but, every day is an experience