There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

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

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

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.