I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

Im haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words. Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood. They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning. They are things that just happened like lint.

I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.

It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.