She wrote poetry constantly; that was her "work". She was a slow bleeder and she slaved over it for long, exhausting hours, and many a middle of a ni….

I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright..

Happiness when sustained too long in print can rightly be construed as sappiness..

Happiness, it has been observed, is best achieved by those who have been most unhappy heretofore..

No one will ever make your movie. They will only make their movie..