“You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.”
“I am still raw.I say I may be back.You know what lies are for.Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.--from "Lesbos", written 18 October 1962”
“How we need another soul to cling to.”
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
“Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.”
“I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.”