I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

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.

I decided that if I was never going to sell anything as long as I lived, I might as well do what I want to do 'cause then at least I would've done what I wanted to do in life. What's that worth?

I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.

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

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?

But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.