Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.