All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.

I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

Mood can be as important as sense.

Somebody who should have been born is gone.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.