Sometimes I Feel Like I'm Not Solid.

O Heart, Such Disorganization!

I Collect Men With Interesting Names.

Strange, When One Thinks Of All The Other Boys, Infinite Experimental Kisses, Test Tube Infatuations, Crushes, Pseudo-loves. All Through This Physical Separation, Through The Testing And The Trying Of The Others, There Has Been This Peculiar Rapport, Comradeship, Of Us Two So Alike, So Similar, But For Science-boy And Humanities-girl - The Introspection, Self Examination, Biannual Deep Summarizing Conversations, And Then The Platonic Parting.

Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives, Like Dresses, To See Which Fits Best And Is More Becoming?

And I A Smiling Woman. I Am Only Thirty. And Like The Cat I Have Nine Times To Die.