Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

I think I may well be a Jew.

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.