At one of Quentin Crisp's question and answer sessions in his one-man show,
a girl in the audience asked 'What is the quickest remedy for a broken heart?'
to which he replied:
'The quickest remedy is that you must learn not to
value love because it is requited.
It makes no difference whether your love is returned.
Your love is of value to you because you give it.
It's as though you gave me a present merely because
you thought I'd give you one in return.
This won't do.
If you have love to give, you give it and you give it where it is needed,
but never, never ask for anything in return.
Once you've got that into your head,
the idea of your heart being broken will disappear.'
No one's fated or doomed to love anyone./ The accidents happen, we're not heroines,/ they happen in our lives like car crashes,/ books taht change us, neighborhoods/ we move into and come to love./ Tristan und Isolde is scarcely the story,/ women at least should know the difference/ between love and death. No poison cup,/ no penance. Merely a notion that the tape-recorder/ should have caught some ghost of us: that tape-recorder/ not merely played but should have listened to us,/ and could instruct those after us:/ this we were, this is how we tried to love,/ and there are the forces they had ranged against us,/ and these are the forces we hand ranged within us,/ within us and against us, against us and within us.