“There's a limit to my patience with anything that smacks of metaphysics. I squirm at the mention of "mind expansion" or "warm healing energy." I don't like drum circles, public nudity or strangers touching my feet.”
“The more necessary anything appears to my mind, the most certain it is that I only assert a limitation.”
“So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.”
“Now that I am alone, I don't have to hide it; I don't have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me; because there's twenty-one thousand feet between me and them... No, I don't have to press my teeth together or tighten the muscles of my jaw...”
“Tommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I'm not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.”
“I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers.”