"   I could feel myself growing stronger. The sense of being led remained. The dark, empty space inside was beginning to fill with Spirit. I was entering my body, and I could feel a quickening.   "

"   Never in my life could I have imagined surviving such emotional pain or known that it would assume an actual physical presence. I felt blood oozing through the pores of my skin; the pain of a dagger being turned in my heart that now weighed a hundred pounds—allowing me for the first time to understand the meaning of “heavy heart.” I was unable to speak above a whisper for almost a month, or to move swiftly or to swallow food. My throat closed in on itself. Back in Los Angeles, my friend Paula offered me a massage but I fled from the table, unable to stand being touched, unworthy of pleasure. I had been nothing’d.   "

"   The bottom dropped out of life with a devastation so abrupt and severe that my very existence appeared as a foreign landscape.   "