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"I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike."
"I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free."
"The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment."
"A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage."
"I am what I feel and think and do."
"See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life."
"I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same."
"The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life."
"I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions."
"I find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life than in poetry."
"What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want."
"Worse even than your maddening song, your silence."
"The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here."
"I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have, but I must say I cannot sympathise with these cries from the heart that are informed by nothing except a needle or a knife, or whatever it is."
"So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You said: she's to good to forget. How about making her a friend and competitor — you could learn alot from her. So you'll try. So maybe she'll laugh in your face. So maybe she'll beat you hollow in the end. So anyhow, you'll try, and maybe, possibly, she can stand you. Here's hoping!"
"The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her."
"Why am I obsessed with the idea I can justify myself by getting manuscripts published? Is it an escape-an excuse for any social failure-so I can say "No, I don't go out for many extracurricular activities, but I spend a lot of time writing.""
"Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me."
"I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas."
"Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air."