Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.

Accept loss forever.

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

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.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”