“I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.”
“I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurred at the edges, became an amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.”
“Old was NOT one of the things I wanted to be when I grew up!!”
“As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.”
“I am grateful for all of my problems. After each one was overcome, I became stronger and more able to meet those that were still to come. I grew in all my difficulties.”
“i was'nt always black. there was this freckel that just grew and grew...”