I am myself. That is not enough.

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.

A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.

God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility. No good.

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.