I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

Strange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation, through the testing and the trying of the others, there has been this peculiar rapport, comradeship, of us two so alike, so similar, but for science-boy and humanities-girl - the introspection, self examination, biannual deep summarizing conversations, and then the platonic parting.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.