And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

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