I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.

I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn't need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality- She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I was only much whiter and unbreakable and with no complaints. I couldn't sleep for a week she was so cold.

This seemed a dreary and wasted life for a girl with fifteen years of straight A's, but I knew that's what marriage was like, because cook and clean and wash was just what Buddy Willard's mother did from morning till night, and she was the wife of a university professor and had been a private school teacher herself.