The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.
Elizabeth SmartI am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?
Elizabeth SmartWork is the only only only remedy for life: for happiness, for interest, for stability, for security. Hard, willed work. Oh work!
Elizabeth SmartYesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.
Elizabeth Smart