I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space, that you've got to burn away all the peripherals.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.