It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.
There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.
I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.
The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.