It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.