I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. - Sylvia Plath

"I hate her," I said, and waited for the blow to fall. But Doctor Nolan only smiled at me as if something had pleased her very, very much and said, "I suppose you do."

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.