I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

I collect men with interesting names.

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can

I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse.

I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.