I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

To feel as well as hear what someone says requires whole attention.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.

I never forgive attacks on my work.

I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.

What a desire! ... to live in peace with that word: Myself.