I went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all right…. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

People don't do me much good.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.

That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.