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I felt my mother about the place. I don't think she haunts me, but I wouldn't put it past her.

My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.

My mother is extraordinary. She understood me and never tried to hold me back.

I've spent the first part of my life in the shadow of my family. I'm not going to live in the shadow of my husband.

There's a part of me that never felt my mother abandoned me. I always felt that she did the right thing.

But I still always felt the absence of a mother.

I never felt like I had a mother.

While my mother lived, I always felt to a certain degree as if I had somebody who was my superior and who exercised a mysterious protection over me. I belonged to something - I hung to something - there is nothing that has so much reverence and religion in it as affection to parents.

I did feel when my mother died if anyone was going to haunt me it would be her. And she hasn't, so I think it is possibly the end.

I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.