“I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet am happiest alone.”

“But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.”

“I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough.”

“Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you.Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you.Consumed by fire of my love for you.I remember what you said to me,I am thinking of your love for me.I am torn by your love for me.Pain and more pain.Where are you going with my love?I'm told you will go from here.I'm told you will leave me here.My body is numb with grief.Remember what I said My LoveGoodbye My Love, goodbye.”

“You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”

“I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.”