"What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?"
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"One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering."
"Mother of otherness, Eat me."
"Your room is not your prison. You are."
"Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence."
"That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."
"Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well."
"It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world."
"The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call."
"Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?"
"Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so I could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself."
"O love, how did you get here?"
"What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security."
"I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it."
"Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air."
"Is there no way out of the mind?"
"The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull."
"I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt."
"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence."
"I can't think logically about who I am or where I am going. I have been very ecstatic, horribly depressed, shocked, elated, enlightened, and enervated."