Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.

Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.