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

How we need another soul to cling to.

Is anyone anywhere happy?

Everything in life is writable.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.

I would say everything should be able to come into a poem, but I can't put toothbrushes into a poem, I really can't!

Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.