I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.

My hatred gives me strength.

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.

She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

I took my mother's knife and played johnny johnny johnny on the playhouse floor. I was drunk, stabbed myself every few throws. I held my hand up and there was satisfaction at seeing my blood, the way there was when I saw the red gouges onmy face that people stared at and turned away. They were thinking I was beautiful, but they were wrong, now they could see how ugly and mutilated I was.