As I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.

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

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

…'It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead.

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.