Yes, we all use each other and that's what we think of as love, and not being able to use each other is what's--hate....

...love, all at once and much, much too completely. It's like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow...

You were a wonderful lover.... Such a wonderful person to go to bed with, and I think mostly because you were really indifferent to it.

We have not long to love.Light does not stay.The tender things are thosewe fold away.Coarse fabrics are the onesfor common wear.In silence I have watched youcomb your hair.Intimate the silence,dim and warm.I could but did not, reachto touch your arm.I could, but do not, breakthat which is still.(Almost the faintest whisperwould be shrill.)So moments pass as thoughthey wished to stay.We have not long to love.A night. A day....

Princess, the great difference between people in this world is not between the rich and the poor or the good and the evil, the biggest of all differences in this world is between the ones that had or have the pleasure in love and those that haven't and hadn't any pleasure in love, but just watched it with envy, sick envy. The spectators and the performers.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter.

When I had that attack of pleurosis - he asked me what was the matter when I came back. I said pleurosis - he thought that I said Blue Roses! So that's what he always called me after that. Whenever he saw me, he'd holler, "Hello, Blue Roses!

The world is violent and mercurial--it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love--love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

You two had something that had to be kept on ice, yes, incorruptible, yes!--and death was the only icebox where you could keep it....