I think one of the reasons to be here on earth is to finally be who we are, at all times - to know and be predictable to ourselves.
Money helps, though not so much as you think when you don't have it.
I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.
I truly think that you can't go and stalk your material, you have to leave the door open and whatever chooses you, chooses you. You can't go and wrestle it to the ground.
Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me. Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.
I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.
There are people who are always, I think, going to remain people of the book, to use another author's title, but people of the book, who really must be around.
I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?