the final lesson of learning to be independent - widowhood ... is the hardest lesson of all.

I feel I should not be ... so at the mercy of people's regard. And yet - it is the artist's desire for communication too; without the answering voice you get so numb; you lose faith in your powers to communicate.

The ball of rumor and criticism, once it starts rolling, is difficult to stop.

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

Woman must come of age by herself... She must find her true center alone.

A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.

Communication with another person -- wasn't it the realest thing in life?