Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?

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

Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.

I am made, crudely, for success.

Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.