I'm always gratified when I check something I've made up and discover that I've gotten it right. How can we imagine something that turns out to be true? How can we know things we couldn't possibly know? It makes me wonder about the existence of a collective unconscious.

How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

It's such a liability to love another person.

How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention.

Who are you? the band sang. I tried to remember but I really couldn't say.