What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

I like people too much or not at all.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.