Reading is where the wild things are.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.

What I want does exist if I dare to find it.

Life gives you enough hard knocks so it's unlikely you'll stay that sure of yourself.

He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.

I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed.