As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly. |
God, the illogic! The impossibility of communication in this house. The sheer operation alone of getting something through to somebody. |
I am inclined to think that eating is a private thing and should be done alone, like other bodily functions |
I am my own Universe, I my own Professor. |
I see the mind of the 5-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness. |
I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned. |
Love has the quality of informing almost everything -- even one's work. |
The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children. |
When I teach people, I marry them. |