But you can’t put fight into a man’s guts if he hasn’t any fight in him. There are some of us so cowardly that you can’t ever make heroes of us, not … - Henry Miller

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

The world around me is dissolving leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.

I have been a little embarrassed always. But less so the last time. It will all disappear. You have such a delicious sense of humor — I adore that in you. I want always to see you laughing. It belongs to you. I have been thinking of places we ought to go together — little obscure places, here and there, in Paris. Just to say — here I went with Anais — here we ate or danced or got drunk together. Ah, to see you really drunk sometime, that would be a treat! I am almost afraid to suggest it — but Anais, when I think of how you press against me, how eagerly you open your legs and how wet you are, God, it drives me mad to think what you would be like when everything falls away.