"I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion & intimacy & then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it & still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted & then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane & distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters & let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating & ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? & then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it it’s cage & let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair & you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing & the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad & miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles & the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that i see slapped on faces everywhere i go."