Love Is When You Meet Someone Who

There Is By My Leaning Over The Precipice Of Your Presence And Your Absence In Hopeless Fusion My Finding The Secret Of Loving You Always For The First Time

Nothing Retains Less Of Desire In Art, In Science, Than This Will To Industry, Booty, Possession.

Everything Tends To Make Us Believe That There Exists A Certain Point Of The Mind At Which Life And Death, The Real And The Imagined, Past And Future, The Communicable And The Incommunicable, High And Low, Cease To Be Perceived As Contradictions.

All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned For A Thing I Cannot Name.

Keep Reminding Yourself That Literature Is One Of The Saddest Roads That Leads To Everything.