“And I, stepping from this skinOf old bandages, boredoms, old facesStep to you from the black car of Lethe,Pure as a baby.”

“I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.”

“But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)”

“To the person in The Bell Jar, black and stopped as a dead baby, the world itselfis a bad dream”

“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”

“When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear water, till I sank into sleep under a surface gaudy as poppies.”