Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting

A horse is freedom so indominable that it becomes useless to imprison it to serve man: it lets itself be domesticated, but with a simple, rebellious toss of the head-shaking its mane like an abundance of free-flowing hair-it shows that its inner nature is always wild, translucent and free.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort

Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of happiness. Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep, I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, and then I go, go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even after that I don’t have courage, I dream.

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?

I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.