Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.

And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.