Your body is all honey and perfume –and freedom and seduction and temptation and God knows what all. Henry Miller, excerpt from a letter to Brenda Venus (2 August 1978). 

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood. George Orwell, 1984 (via the-book-diaries)

They cut me in two, the river and the moon, and from my mouth the night pours forth like blood. I am cut in two, I who once was one; Nina Cassian, tr. by William Jay Smith, from “They Cut me in Two,”