Girls that aren't cut out for business careers usually wind up married to some nice man.

What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?

I talk out the lines as I write them.

Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.

attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass.

Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.