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perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition

i scarcely know how to describe that room. it became, in a way, every room i had ever been in and every room i find myself in hereafter

i remember that life in that room seemed to be occuring underwater

he pulled me against him, putting himself into my arms as though he were giving me himself to carry, and slowly pulled me down with him to that bed. with everything in me screaming no, yet the sum of me sighed yes.

come. i am sure that i am much prettier than your wallpaper- or your concierge. i will smile at you when you wake up. they will not.

not many people have ever died of love. but multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour- and in the oddest places!- for the lack of it.

“touch, but no contact. all touch, but no contact and no light.”

“you feel, in paris, all the time gone by.” … “what do you feel in new york?” … “all the time to come.”

“nobody can stay in the garden of eden,” jacques said. and then: “i wonder why.”

when one begins to search for the crucial, the definitive moment, the moment which changed all others, one find oneself pressing, in great pain, through a maze of false signals and abruptly locking doors