I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.