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"Does she know he has an eye on her? Probably. Women are sensitive to it, to the weight of the desiring gaze."

"Nothing was in tune. People just blindly, grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, orgies, India, painting, writing, backpacking, yoga, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, suicide, New York City, and then it all evaporated fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice."

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I like to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of nonbeing, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. On the other hand, when I got drunk, I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn’t fit the other. I didn’t care.

"The first fight was good one, lots of blood and courage. There was was something to be learned about writing from watching boxing matches. It was wordless, like a house burning, or an earthquake or a flood, or a woman getting out of a car. I knew that someday I would write about Katherine and that it would be hard. It was easy to write about whores, but to write about a good woman was much more difficult."

"Your family likes you. You are bright and quiet, respectful to elders -- though you are not without spine. You are largely good. You look out for your little sister. You are her ally. You were six when she was zero and you had the mumps when they brought her home in a very soft yellow blanket; you kissed her hello on her feet out of concern that she not catch your mumps."

"You plunge into the past, you begin to plunge into it and then it seems as if you're being engulfed by it, and nothing can put a limit on that engulfment."

"I'm full as a tick."