I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.
May Sartonover and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be more and more extreme, intricate and in a way divorced from life itself. It seems as if what we all need is a great purification - but how will that come about?
May SartonWhat is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?
May SartonWrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.
May SartonIf one is the kind of creature I am and wants to do the kind of writing I want to do, an undisturbed bourgeois existence with no distractions seems in order. A single meeting outside the family upsets one's whole inner web, makes one start off on two-days' thinking and weighing, destroys a delicate balance etc. etc. ... I now have enough friends to last me a lifetime and that is enough. I am going to close the doors and hibernate at least for a couple of years. I am frightfully depressed about my work. It seems to me perfectly mediocre.
May Sarton