New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.

I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through.

Only the impossible lasts forever.

I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

The very condition of Woman is so subject to Hazard, so complex, and so grievous, that to place her at one moment is but to displace her at the next.