God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?

Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three in the afternoon." I'm writing a novel," I said. "I haven't got time to change into this and change into that.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.