But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.
I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.
I think I may well be a Jew.
I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.