Like a cat I have nine times to die.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.

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?

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.