It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.
The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.
The tulips are too red...they hurt me.
I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.