I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal

A Terrible Depression Yesterday. Visions Of My Life Petering Out Into A Kind Of Soft-brained Stupor From Lack Of Use.

Can You Understand? Someone, Somewhere, Can You Understand Me A Little, Love Me A Little?

I Do Not Love; I Do Not Love Anybody Except Myself. That Is A Rather Shocking Thing To Admit.

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.

There I Went Again, Building Up A Glamorous Picture Of A Man Who Would Love Me Passionately The Minute He Met Me, And All Out Of A Few Prosy Nothings.