The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity. |
There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough. |
Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight? Edna St |
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. |