“When I sleepwalkinto your room, and pick you up,and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to mehard,as if clinging could save us. I thinkyou thinkI will never die, I think I exudeto you the permanence of smoke or stars,even asmy broken arms heal themselves around you.”

“Say a word, say a thousand to me on the telephone and I shall choose the wrong one to cling to as though you had said it after long deliberation when only I provoked it from you, I will cling to it from among a thousand, to be provoked and hurl it back with something I mean no more than you meant that, something for you to cling to and retreat clinging to.”

“poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you”

“How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.”

“I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms.”

“Do I like you?No. I don't like you. I don't think about you every moment of every day. I never relive the way it felt to have your hand holding mine, to be so close to you I could smell you, feel the warmth of you, breathe the air that you breathe. I don't remember your arm around me, making me feel safe, special...WANTED.”