I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience, and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and an intelligent mini.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.