Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.