THE WORLD IS VERY DUSTY, UNCLE. LET US WORK.

But don’t try to understand me, just keep me company.

She had the swagger of a girl. She blushed like a boy. She had a girl’s toughness. She has a boy’s gentleness. She was as meaty as a girl. She was as graceful as a boy. She was as brave and handsome and rough as a girl. She was as pretty and delicate and dainty as a boy. She turned boys’ heads like a girl. She turned girls’ heads like a boy. She made love like a boy. She made love like a girl. She was so boyish it was girlish, so girlish it was boyish, she made me want to rove the world writing our names on every tree. I had simply never found someone so right. Sometimes this shocked me so much that I was unable to speak.

I do not mean to pray.    The posture for thanks or    supplication is the same    as for weariness or relief.    But I am glad for the luck    of light.

And you are an atheist too? said Geryon. I am a skeptic. You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me.

oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no : tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears.

.. she believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.

- I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth. - And which do you love best? -The dream.

You are, you know, you were the nearest thing to a real story to happen in my life.

Imagine life without death. Every day you’d want to kill yourself from despair.

Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. Sad too. Touch, touch me.