There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

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

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover.

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment.