I guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

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

When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

Sunday-the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely being people, not doctors.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.