Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
Theories then are dangerous things.
I [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement.
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.