“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
“Is it the sea you hear in me,Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962”
“If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.”
“My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.”
“You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.”
“I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.”