People always clap for the wrong reasons.

What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

How old are you? I asked her. "Old enough to know better." she said.

Know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly

I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all, Teddy said. It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire