I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

I want, I think, to be omniscient. I think I would like to call myself "the girl who wanted to be God." Yet if I were not in this body where would I be-perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it.

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.