Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.

I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.

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

It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.