I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.

God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.