How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print?

Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

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

There is no life higher than the grasstops

I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.

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