I don't think there is such a thing as a precise sexual orientation. I think we're all ambiguous sexually.

Being disappointed is one thing and being discouraged is something else. I am disappointed but I am not discouraged.

Morning can always be counted on to bring us back to a more realistic level.

Time doesn't take away from true friendship, nor does separation.

Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.