Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic.

God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility. No good.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

There is more than one good way to drown.