There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.