I think I fell in love with her a little bit. Isnt that dumb But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to no matter how bad and theyll still love you because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something I dont know. She probably didnt even know I was there. But Ill always love her. All my life.

People have forgotten this truth the fox said. But you mustnt forget it. You become responsible forever for what youve tamed. Youre responsible for your rose.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the womans womb only to gather strength he nourishes himself from this fusion and then he rises and goes into the world into his work into battle into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy completion. Woman may be busy too but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb she is fulfilled each act of love a taking of man within her an act of birth and rebirth of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act to be. But for woman the climax is not in the birth but in the moment man rests inside of her.

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time even when theyre not. When two bodies meet it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next or--such is the pleasure they experience--they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.

NO. No no no. I dont want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love Its so stupid Tiny I mean Jesus who even gives a fuck about sex People act like its the most important thing humans do but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean who you want to screw and whether you screw them Those are important questions I guess. But theyre not that important. You know whats important Who would you die for Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you dont even know why he needs you Whose drunken nose would you pick

The great tragedy of life is not that men perish but that they cease to love.

You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire crazy like the moon always like tomorrow sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.

You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.

I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved for myself and for my talent.