A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.
I said: I must remember this, being small.
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.
I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love.
I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.