Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.
You grow weary of being treated as the enemy simply because you are not young anymore; because you dress unexceptionally.
Like the morning you walked out of that old house, when you were eighteen and I was, well, I had just turned nineteen, hadn't I? I was a nineteen-year-old and I was in love with Louis and I was in love with you, and I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of you walking out a glass door in the early morning, still sleepy, in your underwear. Isn't it strange?
The kiss was innocent--innocent enough--but it was also full of something not unlike what Virginia wants from London, from life; it was full of a love complex and ravenous, ancient, neither this nor that. It will serve as this afternoon's manifestation of the central mystery itself, the elusive brightness that shines from the edges of certain dreams; the brightness which, when we awaken, is already fading from our minds, and which we rise in the hope of finding, perhaps today, this new day in which anything might happen, anything at all.
There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me & incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
A writer should always feel like he's in over his head
I'm definitely a lover, but I fight when I have to - for something or someone.
About 1900 my parents came to the United States as children from what was then the Polish area of Russia.
Asleep in lap of legends old.
Resolved, That it is the duty of the women of this country to secure to themselves their sacred right to the elective franchise.