Sex And Writing Live On Playful Cruelties.

When I Try To Portray To Myself My Heart's Desire, Nothing Happens.

The Intimacy Of Love Absolves Us Of Our Guilty Separateness.

I Know That I Am Very Much Like Everybody Else, But Not Really.

My Love Grows Wide And Shallow In An Effort To Spread My Losses.

Nothing Goes Sour More Easily Than The Life Of Pleasure.