I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!

…'It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead.

No day is safe from news of you.

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.