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

Character is fate.

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

I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.

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

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.