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"There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes."
"A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all."
"The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality."
"I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous."
"Love is the bone and sinew of my curse."
"I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn't need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality- She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I was only much whiter and unbreakable and with no complaints. I couldn't sleep for a week she was so cold."
"If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday."
"What have I eaten? Lies and smiles."
"When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything."
"I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of my life...I dream too much, work too little."
"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."
"Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses."
"It never occurred to me to say no."
"Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it."
"I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may."
"I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions."
"A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief."
"I want, I think, to be omniscient. I think I would like to call myself "the girl who wanted to be God." Yet if I were not in this body where would I be-perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it."
"A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds."
"The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me."