How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

I dream too much, work too little.

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!

Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it for both of us.

They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.