The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give you forever.
The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
Reduced to a miserable mass level, the level of a Hitler, German Romanticism broke out into hysterical barbarism.
I want the concentration and the romance, and the words all glued together, fused, glowing; have no time to waste any more on prose.