I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

O love, how did you get here?

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.