my love of water ... is mingled with and almost indistinguishable from a fear of water (I can float in a vertical position - I enter a fugue state - but I cannot bear to bury my face in water).
Great unhappiness is incompatible with the belief that it will ever end.
Insanity is a lack of proportion.
The past is a sorry country.
Porches are America's lost rooms.
The past can be tamed and controlled.