Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.

I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

Two in distressmake sorrow less.

People are bloody ignorant apes.