I collect men with interesting names.

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.