From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn’t help it and didn’t know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you.

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.