Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?

I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.

Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

Is anyone anywhere happy?

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.