While I am on, I can discipline myself to that extent. When I am off, I can't discipline myself at all. On the other hand, when I am off, there are so many things I like doing, it doesn't really matter.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.

The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.