My friendships, they are a very strong part of my life, they are as light as gossamer but also they are as strong as steel. And I cannot throw them off, nor altogether do with them or without them. And I love them at the point where they say: It is nice to see you again. And I love them too at the point when they say: Good-bye, come again soon. The rhythm of friendship is a very good rhythm.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.

I'm alive today, therefore I'm just as much a part of our time as everybody else. The times will just have to enlarge themselves to make room for me, won't they, and for everybody else.

See the cat at love, rolling with its sweetheart, up and over, with shriek and moan. But if a person comes by, they break away, sit separate upon a fence washing their faces - and might never have met at all.

If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.