Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton.
75"I’d gaze at my poor face and think, “It’s still not there.” Apparently I still do. What isn’t there? Beauty? Not likely. Wisdom? Less. Is how we live or try to live supposed to embellish us? All I see is the residue of my other, failed faces. But maybe what we’re after is just a less abrasive regard: not “It’s still not there,” but something like “Come in, be still.” And the more I write, the more the silence seems to be eating away at me." - C.K Williams, Repair