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.

I used to pray to recover you.

I need the reality of other people, work, to fulfill myself. Must never become a mere mother and housewife.

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

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