My wanting to write books annihilates the original root impulse that would have me bravely and blunderingly working on them.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

The tulips are too red...they hurt me.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

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

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.