Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.
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.
Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.
Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.