I wanted to be missed, like water, like bread, like air, by all other people in all other places. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Words (Vintage; 1st Vintage Books ed edition, April 12, 1981) Originally published 1963.
It seems at times I want nothing, no human giving and taking. Nothing I see fails to give pleasure, no thirst for righteousness dries my throat, I am silent and happy and troubled only by my own happiness. — Denise Levertov, from “By Rail through the Earthly Paradise, Perhaps Bedfordshire,” Footprints (New Directions, 1972)