Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?

How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.

I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can.

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.

I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.

Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.