I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?