Amazing How The Heart Clutches At Anything

She Knows Herself To Be At The Mercy Of Events, And She Knows By Now That Events Have No Mercy.

Anaesthesia, That's One Technique: If It Hurts, Invent A Different Pain.

Because You Are Never Here But Always There, I Forget Not You But What You Look Like You Drift Down The Street In The Rain, Your Face Dissolving, Changing Shape, The Colours Running Together My Walls Absorb You, Breathe You Forth Again, You Resume Yourself, I Do Not Recognize You You Rest On The Bed Watching Me Watching You, We Will Never Know Each Other Any Better Than We Do Now

I Want, I Don’t Want. How Can One Live With Such A Heart?

Nothing Changes Instantaneously: In A Gradually Heating Bathtub You'd Be Boiled To Death Before You Knew It.