And when you settle for someone lesser, pls remember Kafka when he said, “Perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most—you are the knife I turn inside myself; this is love.”

Letters to Milena is a reminder that sometimes love is not gentle; sometimes it is a violent being that gnaws at your bones, and burrows beneath your skin. A living thing that wounds you simply by existing.

"I am dirty, Milena, infinitely dirty, this is why I scream so much about purity. No one sings as purely as those who inhabit the deepest hell-what we take to be the song of angels is their song."