How we need another soul to cling to.
What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit's cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.
What do you have in mind after you graduate?What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a pro...
My mother smiled. I knew my baby wasn't like that.I looked at her. Like what?Like those awful people. Those awful dead people at that hospital. She paused. I knew you'd decide to be all right again.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
She looked terrible, but very wise.
The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt
I'm never going to get married.You're crazy. Buddy brightened. You'll change your mind.No. My mind's made up.
A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.
Very few people do this any more. It's too risky. First of all, it's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.
I am your opus.
In the German tongue, in the Polish townScraped flat by the rollerOf wars, wars, wars ...
How frail the human heart must bea mirrored pool of thought.
Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.
I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it. I thought I...
…beating time along the edge of thought.