“My horizon's have shrunk and I have only endings to write.”
“I'll go on writing till the end of my days. I have been writing too long to stop.”
“Just because I squeezed my gigantic bottom into men’s trousers, you needn’t assume my brains have shrunk to masculine size.”
“I'm not paying to have my head shrunk. I'm so interesting they ought to pay me.”
“You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon—”
“I didn't want to, even in my imagination, even for a second, to conflate this sophisticated woman with my mother, a woman so frugal and clueless that she had once given me - to have! to know! to wear! - her stretch black lace underwear that had shrunk in the dryer, though I was only ten.”