I Spent The Whole Evening Sitting Before

Love Has The Faculty Of Making Two Lovers Seem Naked, Not In Each Other's Sight, But In Their Own.

There Is An Art In Taking The Whiplash Of Suffering Full In The Face, An Art You Must Learn. Let Each Single Attack Exhaust Itself; Pain Always Makes Single Attacks, So That Its Bite May Be More Intense, More Concentrated. And You, While Its Fangs Are Implanted And Injecting Their Venom At One Spot, Do Not Forget To Offer It Another Place Where It Can Bite You, And So Relieve The Pain Of The First.

In The Mental Disturbance And Effort Of Writing, What Sustains You Is The Certainty That On Every Page There Is Something Left Unsaid.

You Will Hear Words Old And Spent And Useless Like Costumes Left Over From Yesterday's Parties.

We Do Not Free Ourselves From Something By Avoiding It, But Only By Living Though It.