Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

I'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.