Psychiatry is a dirty mirror.
The sanest thing in this world is love.
I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
Death's in the good-bye.
Fear / a motor, / pumps me around and around / until I fade slowly.
Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.