If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.