See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

The day I went into physics class it was death.

It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness, in wind and sunlight, with a fellow human being who believes in the same basic principles.

This seemed a dreary and wasted life for a girl with fifteen years of straight A's, but I knew that's what marriage was like, because cook and clean and wash was just what Buddy Willard's mother did from morning till night, and she was the wife of a university professor and had been a private school teacher herself.

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer.