Death is the only real elegance.
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
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.
Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue.