Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space.

At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've never wanted to be an astronaut because of the helmets. If I were up there on the moon, or by the Milky Way, I'd want to feel the stars round my head. I'd want them in my hair the way they are in paintings of the gods. I'd want my whole body to feel the space, the empty space and points of light. That's how dancers must feel, dancers and acrobats, just for a second, that freedom.

I think we still believe that ambition is for boys.

It's hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.

To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown.

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

Their throats were bare for God.