There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

Fixed stars govern a life

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?

Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.