Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.

Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.

... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.