I shall be a clinger to the outsides of worlds all my life.

“It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fi…”

“Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”

“I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger a…”

“But you understand, you, my self, who always comes at a call (that would be a h…”