I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.

The lawn was white with doctors

I dream too much, work too little.