I kissed her and forgot death.

As far as I was concerned men were something you had around the place, not particularly interesting, but quite harmless. I had never shown the slightest feeling for them, and apart from my never wearing a skirt, saw nothing else in common between us.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

I hate the word lesbian; it tells you nothing; its only purpose is to inflame.

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.