I Want So Much For My Lover.

I Want So Much For My Lover. At Night When Our Beds Are Drawn Close Together I Waken And See His Dear Yellow Head On The Pillow - Sometimes His Arm Thrown Over On My Bed - And I Kiss His Hand, Very Softly So That It Will Not Waken Him.

A Novel Must Be A Rich Forest Known At The Start Only By Instinct.

Hold Fast To Whatever Fragments Of Love That Exist, For Sometimes A Mosaic Is More Beautiful Than An Unbroken Pattern.

The Basis Of Tragedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Disease, War And Death; The Basis Of Comedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Vanity (the Vanity Of Love, Greed, Lust, Power).

An Evening Up On The Empire State Roof-the Strangest Experience. The Huge Tomb In Steel And Glass, The Ride To The 84th Floor And There, Under The Clouds, A Hawaiian String Quartet, Lounge, Concessions And, A Thousand Feet Below, New York-a Garden Of Golden Lights Winking On And Off, Automobiles, Trucks Winding In And Out, And Not A Sound. All As Silent As A Dead City-and It Looks Adagio Down There.