i was perhaps an egotist in youth, but i soon found it made me morbid to think too much about myself

Young people do not perceive at once that the giver of wounds is the enemy and the quoted tattle merely the arrow.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he knows nothing.” [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers—because if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answer—still it belittled him in my eyes. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying—only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.

Sometimes I think that idlers seem to be a special class for whom nothing can be planned, plead as one will with them - their only contribution to the human family is to warm a seat at the common table.

I am a woman and my business is to hold things together. My business is to tear them apart.

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.