On sitting in a marigold field and the consequences thereof.
“She asked me if I was going mad, if I felt quite well. If I had been reading those books again–the ones that make me think like a fool and speak in rhymes–or think in rhymes and speak like a fool, if I’m writing to take myself for what I am.”
Jo March and the faultline of fufillment
“I am so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for. I’m so sick of it! But- I am so lonely.”