She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don’t come out.

But it is imperative, for our own survival, that we avoiid one another, and what more successful means of avoidance are there than words? Language will keep us safe from human onslaught, will express for us our regret at being unable to supply groceries or love or peace.

It is always hard to believe that the will to change something does not produce an immediate change.

For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.

For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction.

She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don’t come out.

I am not really a writer. I am just someone who is haunted, and I will write the hauntings down.