Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Father said conflict develops the character

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.