My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.

Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. "In love-ness" is fragile for it is woven only with the gossamer threads of beauty. It seems to me absurd to talk about "happy" and "unhappy" marriages.

One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.

Don't wish me happiness - I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor - I will need them all.

Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.