Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

And then the searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and never for one moment since has there been any light that's stronger than this-kitchen-candle.

Only some radical change can divert the downward course of my spirit, some startling new place or people to arrest the drift, the drag.

Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.