Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.

If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness