“ Have a good time"Yesterday it was my birthday.I hung one more year on the line.I should be depressed.My life's a mess.But I'm having a good time.I've been loving and loving and loving.I'm exhausted from loving so wellI should go to bed.But a voice in my head says,"Ah, what the hell”

“I should have known. You were always so good to me. I was blinded by my love for you.”

“Coward, says the nagging voice inside my head. You should talk to him. Find out what he has to say.What if he says we belong together?Well, then you'll have to deal with that. But at least you won't be running away.I think it's more of a brisk walk.Whatever.I'm having an argument with myself. And I'm losing. So not a good sign.”

“The image that comes to mind is a boxing ring. There are times when...you just want that bell to ring, but you're the one who's losing. The one who's winning doesn't have that feeling. Do you have the energy and strength to face life? Life can ask more of you than you are willing to give. And then you say, 'Life is not something that should have been. I'm not going to play the game. I'm going to meditate. I'm going to call "out".'There are three positions possible. One is the up-to-it, and facing the game and playing through. The second is saying, Absolutely not. I don't want to stay in this dogfight. That's the absolute out. The third position is the one that says, This is mixed of good and evil. I'm on the side of the good. I accept the world with corrections. And may [the world] be the way I like it. And it's good for me and my friends. There are only the three positions.”

“And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;”

“What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.”