No day is safe from news of you.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.

All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.