I am possessed by love and have no options.

Vanity is a vital aid to nature: completely and absolutely necessary to life. It is one of nature's ways to bind you to the earth.

Always that tyrannical love reaches out. Soft words shrivel me like quicklime. She will not allow me to be cold, hungry. She will insist that I take her own coat, her own food.

You have to be slightly blind to believe in any cause.

You have to have short fingernails or they'd just break off, and you can't wear red polish - it looks like your fingers are bleeding.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.