1 " a beautiful girl spoke to me today thru little honey’d whispers dreaming icicles streams of words mouth moving saying much in little tones traveling passionately into distant lands far off hopes stranger’s arms a hoped-for death told her secret. "
2 " do you hate yourself i wonder? you can’t expect others to accept you until you’ve been able to accept yourself. sometimes i think i can really feel the pain. i’ve been there, i live there. but if you can make it through, nothing will beat you. you know the madhouses are full of emotional suicides. let’s just take it day by day. "