I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.

What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

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

I want, I think, to be omniscient. I think I would like to call myself "the girl who wanted to be God." Yet if I were not in this body where would I be-perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it.

As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.