And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter? they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery?air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
Is there no way out of the mind?
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.