“Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.”
“My life...everything I am...belongs to you.”
“So my life is a point-counterpoint, a kind of fugue, and a falling away–and everything winds up being lost to me, and everything falls into oblivion, or into the hands of the other man.”
“Everything of the body is a river. Everything of the soul is dream and vapour. Life is war and the abode of a stranger. The only fame after death is oblivion.”
“He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.”
“I know what it's like to lose everything you had, to lose your whole life.”