“I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.”

“I cried myself to sleep every one of those nights you went out. I was in hell, praying for daylight when you'd be with me and not them”

“You said a curse is only a curse if I allowed myself to me cursed by it. You said... I had it in my power to free myself of any curse - that curses were preludes to blessings...”

“I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.”

“I have no will to weep or sing,No least desire to pray or curse;The loss of love is a terrible thing;They lie who say that death is worse.”

“I did not pray for her, because prayer has no efficacy; I did not cry for her, or for myself, because only extroverts cry twice; but I sat in the silence of that night, that infinite hostility to man, to permanence, to love, remembering her, remembering her.”