Torment Yourself As Little As Possible, Then

I Am More Uncertain Than I Ever Was; I Feel Only The Power Of Life. And I Am Senselessly Empty.

There's An Infinite Amount Of Hope But Not For Us.

I Want In Fact More Of You. In My Mind I Am Dressing You With Light; I Am Wrapping You Up In Blankets Of Complete Acceptance And Then I Give Myself To You. I Long For You; I Who Usually Long Without Longing, As Though I Am Unconscious And Absorbed In Neutrality And Apathy, Really, Utterly Long For Every Bit Of You.

Always First Draw Fresh Breath After Outbursts Of Vanity And Complacency.

Love Has As Few Problems As A Motor Car. The Only Problems Are The Driver, The Passengers, And The Road.