Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.

I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.

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

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.