“I still love to love my friends, but I punctuate those moments with solitude.”
“Never forget that solitude is my lot ... I implore those who love me to love my solitude."(Letter to Mimi Romanelli, May 11, 1910)”
“And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?”
“You've become my friend, and I love you."It was right and true and that made saying it easy.She heard the surprise in the intake of his breath."And I, you, Helen. I think I've loved you since the moment you first stood on my doorstep." He paused. "But now, I really must insist that you sleep. My love will still be here when you wake up.”
“I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.”
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”