“Me up at doesout of the floorquietly Starea poisoned mousestill who aliveis asking Whathave i done thatYou wouldn’t have”

“i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)”

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”

“who knows if the moon'sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky--filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe'd go up higher with all the pretty peoplethan houses and steeples and clouds:go sailingaway and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,wherealways it's Spring)and everyone'sin love and flowers pick themselves”

“the other guineahendied of a broken heart and we came to New York.I used to sit at a table,drawing wingswith a pencil that kept breaking and i keptremembering how your mind looked when it sleptfor several years,to wake up asking why.So then you turned into a photographof somebody who’s trying not to laughat somebody who’s trying not to cry”

“somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near”

“a total stranger one black dayknocked living the hell out of me-who found forgiveness hard becausemy(as it happened)self he was-but now that fiend and i are suchimmortal friends the other's each ”