I followed, from then on, in my father’s footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.
He was a telephone man who fell in love with long distance.
Life is important. There is nothing to hold onto. A man that drinks is throwing his life away. Don’t do it, hold on to your life. There is nothing else to hold on to...
I am running away but I prefer to call it a strategic retreat.
Keep awake, alive, new. Perform the paradox of being hard and yet soft. Survive without calcification of the tender membranes. Be a poet. Be alive.
I’m starting to boil inside. I know I seem dreamy, but inside-well, I’m boiling! Whenever I pick up a shoe, I shudder a little thinking how short life is and what I am doing!
I soon found myself becoming indifferent to people. A well cynicism rose in me. Conversations all sounded as if they had been recorded years ago and were being played back on a turntable.
A fire smokes the most when you start pouring water on it.
Let’s go down and swim in that liquid moonlight.
You two had something that had to be kept on ice, yes, incorruptible, yes! – and death was the only icebox where you could keep it...
I have met a great many people, nearly all friendly, many of whom I was fairly intimate with in one way of another, but nobody has seemed as close to me in spirit as you are. That was why I thought only of you at those times when my life seemed in danger of falling to pieces.
Why, you’re not crippled, you just have a little defect – hardly noticeable, even! When people have some slight disadvantage like that, they cultivate other things to make up for it – develop charm – and vivacity – and – charm!
You don’t know things anywhere! You live in a dream, you manufacture illusions!
I have a poet’s weakness for symbols.
I know! WHY! – Am I so catty? – Cause I’m consumed with envy an’ eaten up with longing? –.
Everything diminishes with time, my darling, but my feelings for certain people pierce me daily, and it is no illusion that they center me and let me know who I am, and let me know that I have loved and have been loved, no matter how badly or clumsily.
Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.
A beautiful trust. A rare and beautiful trust. It makes me cry a little. That’s all that life has to give in the way of perfection. The warm and complete understanding of two in a close-walled room with the windows blind to the world.
Come on, indulge yourself. You got nothing to lose that won’t be lost.
Life is such a mysteriously complicated thing that no one should really presume to judge and condemn the behavior of anyone else.