Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time? My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

I enter the throbbing darkness to learn how to become light.

She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous.

I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —

Underneath my outside face There’s a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.

She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.