I Am Myself. That Is Not Enough.

I, Love, I Am The Pure Acetylene Virgin Attended By Roses.

Living With Him Is Like Being Told A Perpetual Story: His Mind Is The Biggest, Most Imaginative I Have Ever Met. I Could Live In Its Growing Countries Forever.

The Sun Gives You Ulcers, The Wind Gives You T.b. Once You Were Beautiful.

Apparently, The Most Difficult Feat For A Cambridge Male Is To Accept A Woman Not Merely As Feeling, Not Merely As Thinking, But As Managing A Complex, Vital Interweaving Of Both.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.