From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn’t help it and didn’t know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.

A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.

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

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.