I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

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

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.