He Can't Really Love Anyone, You Know,

He Can't Really Love Anyone, You Know, And In The End Such People Are Always Alone, No Matter How Much Other People Once Loved Them.

I Believe In Walking Out Of A Museum Before The Paintings You've Seen Begin To Run Together. How Else Can You Carry Anything Away With You In Your Mind's Eye?

Today I Will Go To Wait For Her Again, Because I Cannot Help It, Because My Whole Being Seems Now To Be Bound Up In The Being Of One So Different From Myself And Yet So Exquisitely Familiar That I Can Scarely Understand What Has Happened.

It Was Strange, I Reflected.. That Even In The Weirdest Circumstances, The Most Troubling Episodes Of One's Life, The Greatest Divides From Home And Familiarity, There Were These Moments Of Undeniable Joy.

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.