I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

No day is safe from news of you.