I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

I like people too much or not at all.

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

When I was nineteen, pureness was the great issue. Instead of the world being divided up into Catholics and Protestants or Republicans and Democrats or white men and black men or even men and women, I saw the world divided into people who had slept with somebody and people who hadn’t, and this seemed the only really significant difference between one person and another.

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.