You think her innocent/ Your little lost girl/ Caped in Inquisition red/ Yet when she leads you hunting Hyde/ Mind don't slay Jekyll in his stead

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

It’s a race between your foolishness and your allotted days. Good luck.

I think, with never-ending gratitude, that the young women of today do not and can never know at what price their right to free speech and to speak at all in public has been earned.

I don't like heights. This is why I stopped growing at fifth grade.

According to your belief [Christian clergy], my kind of man — secular, prideful, agnostic and all the rest of it — is among the damned. I'm on my own. You've got your God.

In tragedy every moment is eternity; in comedy, eternity is a moment.

It's the only thing that keeps me going these days, travelling. Changes of scene, changes of faces

He was breakfasting in the marketplace, and the bystanders gathered round him with cries of "dog." "It is you who are dogs," cried he, "when you stand round and watch me at my breakfast."

He’s harmless, poor thing. That’s what everyone said. It was true, but who cares? Lots of people are harmless, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them.

My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.