Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered - and I was delivered to you - to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.

We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.

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.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.