I am not cruel, only truthful.

Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess, I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity.

What did my arms do before they held you?

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

I think I may well be a Jew.