I woke to the sound of rain.

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

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

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.