The Self-fulfilled Woman Is Far From Reality.

I Need Noise And Interruptions And Irritation: Irritation And Discomfort Are A Great Starter. The Loneliness Of Doing It Any Other Way Would Kill Me.

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.

A Man Can Go From Being A Lover To Being A Stranger In Three Moves Flat But A Woman Under The Guise Of Friendship Will Engage In Acts Of Duplicity Which Come To Light Very Much Later. There Are Different Species Of Self-justification.

The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television With Nancy, Or I Write. It Is Difficult, Not Having A Family, And It Is Difficult To Explain. I Always Go To Bed Early. And I Am Always Ready For Monday Morning, That Time That Other People Dread.