Come sleep with me. We will not make Love, Love will make us.
We were not looking for us, but knowing that we were to meet.
I think everyone has a little of that beautiful madness that keeps us walking when all around is so insanely sane.
Books are still the only place in the house where you can still rest easy.
She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.
In quoting others, we cite ourselves.
Memory is a mirror That scandalously lies.
I love that haunts your bridge does not help me because a bridge does not stand on one side . . .