“What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.”

“What one remembers is, I think, a clue to what one wants to be.”

“Those who talk about individuality the most are the ones who most object to deviation, and in a few years it may be the other way around. Some day everybody will just think what they want to think, and then everybody will probably be thinking alike; that seems to be what is happening.”

“Another funny thing about having friends was that they expected things of you. they made you want to not be a terrible, awful, execrable person. They made you feel worse when you were one. It was a lot easier not to have any friends.”

“Yes, one is on the right track when one does not know what one is thinking when one is thinking; everything is handed to one, as it were.”

“There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.”