I gulp down my pleasures, chew over my miseries.
New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
Passion impels our deeds; ideology supplies the explanations.
All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.
I create my social existence by earning and spending.
Children consider disliking their parents natural, but if the dislike is returned, they are outraged.