I have to force myself even to move my eyeballs. It's so easy just to stare.

You're never ready for what you have to do. You just do it. That makes you ready.

There is no past. Past is present when you carry it with you.

Isolated, she managed somehow to feel free—albeit with a freedom that made her want to smash a hole in the very center of the universe.

I have no point in procrastinating any longer.

I’m not fit to occupy space. Excuse me for living.

Will there never be an end that also has a beginning? Will there never be continuity bridging the awful void between now and some other time, a time in the future, a time in the past?

She'd abandoned the animal she loved as she herself had been abandoned repeatedly in the past by people who had claimed to love her.

The neurologist had dismissed her case after a single visit, handing out an easy nostrum by telling her father that if she continued to write poetry, she would be all right.

It is so much more threatening to have something out of hand than to believe that at any moment I can stop (I started to say "This foolishness") any time I need to.

When the government makes loans or subsidies to business, what it does is to tax successful private business in order to support unsuccessful private business.

You can’t get caught up in worrying about whether everyone you work with likes you. Ultimately you want the respect of your coworkers, but you don’t need them to be your buddies.

The truth is never pretty.

I want minimum information given with maximum politeness.

Oh, a friend! How true is that old saying, that the enjoyment of one is sweeter and more necessary than that of the elements of water and fire!

I've always loved music and felt connected to it, but was too afraid to explore that avenue.

Writing is a kind of performing art, and I can't sit down to write unless I'm dressed. I don't mean dressed in a suit, but dressed well and comfortably and I have to be shaved and bathed.

Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.

To be human : to strive in the face of the certainty of failure.

Seduced, shaggy Samson snored. She scissored short. Sorely shorn, Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed, Silently scheming, Sightlessly seeking Some savage, spectacular suicide.