“‘Something’s died in me,’ she goes. ‘It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.’”

I want so obviously, so desperatedly to be loved, and to be capable of love. I am still so naive, I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

 …I came to see that movement is one of the great laws of life. It is the primary medium of our aliveness, the flow of energy going on in us like a river all the time, awake or asleep, twenty-four hours a day. Our movement is our behavior; there is a direct connection between what we are like and how we move…As people begin to move in their own way, they are faced with feelings of surprise and delight and often of anxiety and embarrassment. Judgments, corrections and explanations are of no use. It is their movement, and it happened just that way.