If I were thinking clearly, Leonard, I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. Leonard, I live with it too.
Virginia Woolf, The Hours
I bled myself dry for you and it wasn’t enough.
Now there’s nothing left to bleed and I’m more sorry than I’ve ever been.
