Suicide Is, After All, The Opposite Of

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

I Like You; Your Eyes Are Full Of Language." [letter To Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

I Want To Kiss God On His Nose And Watch Him Sneeze And So Do You. Not Out Of Disrespect. Out Of Pique. Out Of A Man-to-man Thing.