Gardening is not a rational act.

It's clear, it's fresh, like a mint candy.

it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.

Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.

No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do too badly by one another, we did as well as most.

Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.

I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.