The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.

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

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.