The best things in life make you sweaty.

Someday well run into each other again I know it.Maybe Ill be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happensthats when Ill deserve you. But now at this moment you cant hook your boat to mine because Im liable to sink us both.

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer not to love is to suffer to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

Im not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. Im not sure that I want to wake up.

If I could but know his heart everything would become easy.

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars but in reality theyre nothing more than prisons where each of us is locked up alone going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant wed be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart

It is a long way to Ireland Janet and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels but if I cant do better how is it to be helped Are you anything akin to me do you think JaneI could risk no sort of answer by this time my heart was still. Because he said I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me as now it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt and then Ive a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you - youd forget me.

I miss him in so many ways but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when youre single among a room full of couples.

There is no love sincerer than the love of food.