When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.