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

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.