Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

we walk the plank with strangers.

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

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

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.

I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover.