I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

…'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.

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.