Let me tell ya. You gotta pay attention to signs. When life reaches out with a moment like this its a sin if you dont reach back... Im telling you.

Dearest I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we cant go through another of those terrible times. And I shant recover this time. I begin to hear voices and I cant concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I dont think two people could have been happier til this terrible disease came. I cant fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I cant even write this properly. I cant read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two people could have been happier than we have been. V.

The only queer people are those who dont love anybody.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

Brods life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release...So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love--loving the loving of things whose existence she didnt care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love she loved loving love as love loves loving and was able in that way to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair to live a once-removed life in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist.

Its hard to communicate anything exactly and thats why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly claspedlike perfect complements.

How could he convey to someone whod never even met her the way she always smelled like rain or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room or underwater or in the piney woods of Maine bus as long as Em was with him he was at home

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered I wasnt really his type.