How we need another soul to cling to.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

Is there no way out of the mind?

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.

Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

My mother says healers are born, not made.

Oh, if I could but live another century and see the fruition of all the work for women! There is so much yet to be done.