How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful.

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

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

I am not cruel, only truthful.

I think I made you up inside my head.