For her you were either one of her closest friends or you were no friend at all. She had neither time nor energy for the casual acquaintanceship. She craved the hard lock: two minds, hearts, and souls as one, nothing unsaid, nothing untold, nothing unsung. If you didn’t meet her standards she didn’t hold it against you—she just dismissed you from her mind.
—Linda Gray Sexton, 45 Mercy Street: Anne Sexton