There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

If I have a dry spell ... I wait and live harder, eyes, ears, and heart open, and when the productive time comes, it is that much richer.