A woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.

I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Do some living and get yourself a typewriter.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age