Security And Safety Were The

Being In Love Means Being At The Mercy Of Someone's Childhood.

My Pleasures Disappeared With My Vices.

If You Get Depressed, You Can Be Stuck For Months; If You Have An Analyst, You At Least Have A Chance Of Getting Out Of It Faster.

If You Never Left Anything Or Anyone There Would Be No Room For The New. Naturally, To Move On Is An Infidelity -- To Others, To The Past, To Old Notions Of Oneself. Perhaps Every Day Should Contain At Least One Essential Infidelity Or Necessary Betrayal. It Would Be An Optimistic, Hopeful Act, Guaranteeing Belief In The Future -- A Declaration That Things Can Be Not Only Different But Better.

I've Never Had Any Desire To Be Good. I Don't Like Goodness Particularly.