“The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.”
“Gide and I have attained such perfect intellectual communion that I experience the appropriate labor pains for every thought he gives birth to!”
“...the thunder has sounded--but who knows where the rain's going to fall.”
“And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.”
“And the rain was brain coloredand the thunder sounded like something remembering something.”
“I have two problems with hard labor: hard and labor. I prefer soft, and I’d prefer not giving birth.”