[s]he Believed That The Buddhists Were Right–that

We Were Raised To Believe In Books, Music, And Nature.

There Is Nothing As Sweet As A Comeback, When You Are Down And Out, About To Lose, And Out Of Time.

I Never Had A Particularly Strong Craving To Procreate, Except For Earlier Fantasies Of Wanting To Be Marmee In Little Women.

Your Unconscious Can't Work When You Are Breathing Down Its Neck.

I Don't Know Much, But I Understand How Entirely Doomed I Am Without God.