I'm The Crazy One Who Thinks That

Yesterday I Did Not Want To Be Borrowed But This Is The Typewriter That Sits Before Me And Love Is Where Yesterday Is At.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

The Trouble With Therapy Is That It Makes Life Go Backwards.

All I Wanted Was A Little Piece Of Life, To Be Married, To Have Children.... I Was Trying My Damnedest To Lead A Conventional Life, For That Was How I Was Brought Up, And It Was What My Husband Wanted Of Me. But One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep The Nightmares Out.

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.