I Always Expect People To

What’s The Use Of Remembering Anything? If It Was Unpleasant It Was Unpleasant And If It Was Pleasant It’s Over.

A Rowdy Bunch On The Whole, They Were Most Of Them So Violently Individualistic As To Be Practically Interchangeable.

It's Amazing How Right You Can Be About A Person You Don't Know; It's Only The People You Do Know Who Confuse You.

I Find I Always Have To Write Something On A Steamed Mirror.

It's Difficult To Explain, But I Just Somehow Feel That I Never Really *have* Lived; That I Never Really Will Live--exist Or Whatever--in The Sense That Other People Do. It Drives Me Crazy. I Was Terribly Aware Of It All Those Nights Waiting For You In The Ritz Bar Looking Around At What Seemed To Be Real Grown-up Lives. I Just Find Everybody Else's Life Surrounded By Plate Glass. I Mean I'd Like To Break Through It Just Once And Actually Touch One.