Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can

Something Came Out From My Heart Into My Throat And Then Into My Eyes.

I Long To Be ... Like Other People! The Extraordinary, Ungetatable, Oddly Cruel Other People, With Their Way Of Wantonly Hurting And Then Accusing You Of Being Thin-skinned, Sulky, Vindictive Or Ridiculous.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

When He Talked His Eyes Went Away From Mine And Then He Forced Himself To Look Straight At Me And He Began To Explain And I Knew That He Felt Very Strange With Me And That He Hated Me, And It Was Funny Sitting There And Talking Like That, Knowing He Hated Me.