So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.

I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.

Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.