I'm terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I don't know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I've been terrified of them all along.
Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

