Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

I went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all right…. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.

It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

sometimes I hate you," she said.

I am this fiery snail crawling home.

I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.