I fancied you'd return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name. --From the poem "Mad Girl's Love Song
Fixed stars govern a life
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
This is newness: every little tawdryObstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar,Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only youDon't know what to make of the sudden slippiness,The blind, white, awful, i...
What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it.
There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you a...
The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.
Stars open among the lilies.Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?This is the silence of astounded souls.
So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.
Shut up in public those bloody private wounds.
O love, how did you get here?--Nick and the Candlestick
Not being perfect hurts.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love t...
Is it the sea you hear in me,Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?
I went to the bronze boy whom I love, partly because no one really cares for him
I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
I hurl my heart to halt his pace.
I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch...
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.