fame is merely the fact of being misunderstood by millions of people.
I was surprised by my daughter's generation and how they were rebelling against the '70s idea that sex was perfect and it should be sought.
Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world.
Sex just as a drive, as a hormonal drive, is not very interesting.
A wet dream in the mind of New York.
Pregnancy seemed like a tremendous abdication of control. Something growing inside you which would eventually usurp your life.