But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.

People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.