There is more than one good way to drown.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

I think I am mad sometimes.

I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.