What I wanted most of all was to use sex as a weapon to allure, subjugate, and, if possible, destroy the personality of others.

If I were God - and I never understand why I'm not - I should say, "Shop around, I don't think you'll find a better bargain than here."

Other-cheekism is not only a way of purifying the soul, it is also part of every weak person's survival kit.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

If you describe things as better than they are, you are considered to be a romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.

I never really found out what love was.

If you live in America, you don't have to work. You can just drift along in the smiling and nodding racket.