Our Love Of Each Other Was Like

Introspection Is A Devouring Monster. You Have To Feed It With Much Material, Much Experience, Many People, Many Places, Many Loves, Many Creations, And Then It Ceases Feeding On You.

... Only Love Begets Love.

The Only Abnormality Is The Incapacity To Love.

Now That I Am Moving, I Am Afraid. Where Am I Going?

Although I Love A Rich Life, I Hate An Overcrowded Life. I Believe In Rumination And Lose Half The Beauty Of All Things When I Am Deprived Of The Time To Ruminate.