Tender Writing from a Tough Chick.

As an angst-y teen, I read and re-read Patti Smith seminal Babel.

In her memoir Just Kids, she writes tenderly of her relationship with artist Robert Mapplethorpe during the late 1960s in NYC through his death in 1989.

Of a sketch he gifts her she says, "He gave it to me without hesitation and I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replace it with trust."

http://www.amazon.com/Just-Kids-Patti-Smith/dp/006621131X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1280843543&sr=8-1