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

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

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.

With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless from the start.

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

I do not know who I am tonight.

I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.