What is it that teaching kills? The juice, the sap - the substance of revelation: by making even the insoluble questions & multiple possible answers take on the granite assured stance of dogma. It doe...
We all like to think that we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.
There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.
There is a chargeFor the eyeing of my scars, there is a chargeFor the hearing of my heart - It really goes.And there is a charge, a very large charge,For a word or a touchOr a bit of bloodOr a piece o...
Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.
The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
Life has been a combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.
I?I walk alone;The midnight streetSpins itself from under my feet;My eyes shutThese dreaming houses all snuff out;Through a whim of mineOver gables the moon's celestial onionHangs high.IMake houses sh...
I've been wondering. . . I mean, I thought you might be able to tell me something. Buddy met my eyes and I saw, for the first time, how he had changed. Instead of the old, sure smile that flashed on e...
I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic.
I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am.
I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn’t a chance. I...
I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover.
I had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over - dead white, of course, with no makeup and from the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my...
I fixed my eyes on the largest cloud, as if when it passed out of sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it.
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.