So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.

I came to believe that being a private detective was the work I was meant to do.

We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.

I was wondering about my eyes; one of my eyes--the left--saw everything golden and yellow and orange, and the other eye saw shades of blue and grey and green; perhaps one eye was for daylight and the other was for night. If everyone in the world saw different colors from different eyes there might be a great many new colors still to be invented.

I took my coffee into the dining room and settled down with the morning paper. A woman in New York had had twins in a taxi. A woman in Ohio had just had her seventeenth child. A twelve-year-old girl in Mexico had given birth to a thirteen-pound boy. The lead article on the woman's page was about how to adjust the older child to the new baby. I finally found an account of an axe murder on page seventeen, and held my coffee cup up to my face to see if the steam might revive me.

It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.

The sight of one's own heart is degrading; people are not meant to look inward - that's why they've been given bodies, to hide their souls.