If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.

I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.

A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.

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.

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.