I Adore The Struggle You Carry In

To Lie, Of Course, Is To Engender Insanity.

I Want To Fall In Love In Such A Way That The Mere Sight Of A Man, Even A Block Away From Me, Will Shake And Pierce Me, Will Weaken Me, And Make Me Tremble And Soften And Melt.

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

What You Burnt, Broke, And Tore Is Still In My Hands. I Am The Keeper Of Fragile Things And I Have Kept Of You What Is Indissoluble.

I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g' Because I Do Not Believe In Him, But I Love To Swear By Him.