The West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.
Jessamyn WestI seem to be the only person in the world who doesn't mind being pitied. If you love me, pity me. The human state is pitiable: born to die, capable of so much, accomplishing so little; killing instead of creating, destroying instead of building, hating instead of loving. Pitiful, pitiful.
Jessamyn WestI've done more harm by the falseness of trying to please than by the honesty of trying to hurt.
Jessamyn West