I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic.
I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.
I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction.
The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.
I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.
And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.
O love, how did you get here? – Nick and the Candlestick.
Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?
They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.
Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.
It won’t happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill’s lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell-tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower.
I’ve eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there’s no getting off.
I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I’m so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily.
I dream too much, work too little.