My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

You've only got so long to live.

I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.

It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.