I’m not a part. I’m not a member. I’m frozen.
Anne Sexton (Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters)

He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.
William Faulkner

I am like a stone that lives … locked outside of all that’s real.
Anne Sexton (Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters)

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.
Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)

Homsickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or someplace or something, I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.
Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)

What I really need, what I’m really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It’s nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.
Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)

I can see that I beg and plead for love that is freely offered because I somehow believe that if I don’t ask for it, everyone will forget about me
Elizabeth Wurtzel (More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction)

“Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it.”
—                                                                                                                   Toni Morrison (Jazz)

Yoko Uno, Andy Warhol & John Lennon get Frisky!

I am rooted, but I flow.
Virginia Woolf

Is there no way out of the mind?
Sylvia Plath