Is there no way out of the mind?
Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.
Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
You smile. No, it is not fatal.