I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.
Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love with someone else.
I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.