Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn't need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality- She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I was only much whiter and unbreakable and with no complaints. I couldn't sleep for a week she was so cold.

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)

I do not know who I am tonight.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.