I just won't sleep, I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.
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I just won't sleep, I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
It all ends in tears anyway.
The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. Let men work and love and fight it off.
The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view.