Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

You smile. No, it is not fatal.

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

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

I like people too much or not at all.