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

I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

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'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.

What do you have in mind after you graduate?" What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor and write books of poems or write books of poems and be an editor of some sort. Usually I had these plans on the tip of my tongue. "I don't really know," I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.