We Love Best Those Who Are, Or

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

I Will Not Adjust Myself To The World. I Am Adjusted To Myself.

I Walk Ahead Of Myself In Perpetual Expectancy Of Miracles.

I Like Extravagance. Letters Which Give The Postman A Stiff Back To Carry, Books Which Overflow From Their Covers, Sexuality Which Bursts The Thermometers.

It Is In The Movements Of Emotional Crisis That Human Beings Reveal Themselves Most Accurately.