As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.

I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness.