My Diary Seems To Keep Me Whole.

Creation Which Cannot Express Itself Becomes Madness.

Our Love Of Each Other Was Like Two Long Shadows Kissing Without Hope Of Reality.

I Can Elect Something I Love And Absorb Myself In It.

She Was Fully, Painfully Aware That Very Rarely Did Midnight Strike In Two Hearts At Once, Very Rarely Did Midnight Arouse Two Different Equal Desires, And That Any Dislocation In This, Any Indifference, Was An Indication Of Disunity, Of The Difficulties, The Impossibilities Of Fusion Between Two Human Beings.

I Can’t Let You Go Now. I Want To Go Places With You; Obscure Little Places, Just To Be Able To Say: Here I Came With Her.