I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.

Marks on paper are free - free speech - press - pictures all go together I suppose.

Imagination makes you see all sorts of things.

I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it.

It seems to be my mission in life to wait on a dog.

Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don't come tomorrow - I don't see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts - the strangle and the struggle.