And because she did not shove this down my throat, this dawned on me.
Some Assembly Required: A Journal of My Son's First SonI love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia PlathWell, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia PlathToday I am an unemployed writer living as a recluse in the great Northwoods.
The Unpeopled Season: Journal from a North Country WildernessDon't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.
Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954