Widow. The Word Consumes Itself.

As A Poet, One Lives A Bit On Air. I Always Like Someone Who Can Teach Me Something Practical.

A Living Doll, Everywhere You Look. It Can Sew, It Can Cook, It Can Talk, Talk, Talk. . . . My Boy, It's Your Last Resort. Will You Marry It, Marry It, Marry It.

I Think If I Had Done Anything Else I Would Like To Have Been A Doctor. This Is The Sort Of Polar Opposition To Being A Writer, I Suppose.

At Twenty I Tried To Die And Get Back, Back, Back To You. I Thought Even The Bones Would Do.

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.