I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience, and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and an intelligent mini.

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.

I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.