Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.