It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.