"I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red."
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"God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts."
"There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings."
"Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath."
"But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew."
"The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed."
"I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently."
"I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover."
"I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead."
"I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all."
"But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am."
"I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual."
"Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?"
"And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. Of the millions, I, too, was potentially everything at birth. I, too, was stunted, narrowed, warped, by my environment, my outcroppings of heredity. I, too, will find a set of beliefs, of standards to live by, yet the very satisfaction of finding them will be marred by the fact that I have reached the ultimate in shallow, two-dimensional living — a set of values."
"No day is safe from news of you."
"Everything in life is writable."
"If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad."
"It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water."
"The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals."
"* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be it by painting or writing. * to know that millions of others are unhappy and that life is a gentleman's agreement to grin and paint your face gay so others will feel they are silly to be unhappy, and try to catch the contagion of joy, while inside so many are dying of bitterness and unfulfillment."