Quotes About Connection

All night I stretched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.

pressing against you until he fits, until he's made a place for himself inside you.

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.

just mash your lips against me.

His shoulder blots out the stars but the minutes don't stop. He covers my body with his body but the minutes don't stop.

but will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to tie your arms down? Do I have to stick my tongue in your mouth like the hand of a thief, like a burglary like it's just another petty theft? It makes me tired, Henry. Do you see what I mean? Do you see what I'm getting at?

This is how you make the meaning, you take two things and try to define the space between them.

I want what everyone wants.

I talk to you as if you're really there.

Imagine this: You're pulling the car over. Somebody's waiting. You're going to die in your best friend's arms.

here we are at the place where I get to beg for it, where I get to say Please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me

Let's say you're driving down the road with your eyes closed but my eyes are also closed.

The body swerves in the service of the mind, which is evidence of the mind but not actual proof.

You said Will you love me even more when I'm dead?

his skin barely keeping him inside. I wanted to take him home

So here we are again, words on a page, the voice that wants to be a hand, the bridge with no opposite side.

I show them the funny part, the silly part, the laughing part, the crazy part and then the really deep, deep part where I'm talking from my heart to these people. Because I've been through everything they've been through.

Sharing is good, and with digital technology, sharing is easy.

With the dozens of prisoners I spoke to and got to know, one of the only things, perhaps the only thing they missed about prison was that intimate, daily, powerful connection to prisoner number 46664. I missed it too. But I knew also,as those men knew, that it could not be restored, that it was born of a certain time and place.

He was the only man I knew who could roll his eyes over the telephone.

After nineteen years, he still needed explanations from me. If being willing to speak at length into an unresponsive void isn't one of the cornerstones of a rich relationship and enduring love, what is?

It's no big deal for us to be out of each other's company for a couple of days. We've done it before. We're friends and lovers, not Siamese twins.

In the end, everybody gay in Albany knows everybody gay in Albany. Eventually you always end up in the bed you started out in. I mean, this is the Hudson Valley, Newell, not West Hollywood. You can do it.

Three persons is the necessary minimum for unselfish love betweenpersons of some kind.