I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

I wondered what I thought I was burying.

I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.