“I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boatStubbornly hanging on to my name and address.”

“But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)”

“I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.”

“..I fancied you'd return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name.(I think I made you up inside my head.)I should have loved a thunderbird instead;At least when spring comes they roar back again.I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

“If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.”

“I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.”

“What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.”