“Liberate yourself from my vice-like grip!”
“Jack, get a grip of yourself.'I have a grip of myself.' Jack took a grip of himself. It was a most intimate grip; not the kind of grip that you usually take of yourself in public.”
“She thought she was a sensible girl. But some kind of love had taken hold of her and refused to let her go, and it wasn't a happy, easy, joyful thing, it had her in a vice-like grip.”
“To stop a habit or a vice seeks freedom in yourself”
“You like playing with fire?”“Yes. It is my favorite element.” She extracted her arm from his grip and stepped inside the elevator”
“Life is painful. It has thorns, like the stem of a rose. Culture and art are the roses that bloom on the stem. The flower is yourself, your humanity. Art is the liberation of the humanity inside yourself.”