It is the hardest thing to close the open hand of someone you love.
When you say you are in love with humanity, you are well satisfied with yourself.
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true.