I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

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

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.