But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.