Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.
The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.