People say of me, ‘She’s peculiar.’ They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis.

May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity – a virtuous woman.

And it is in New York I have those strangest things of all: human friendships. Not many friendships and not of spent familiarities: for I don’t like actual human beings too much around me. But...

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I’m sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

I Don’t Know whether lust is a human coarseness or a human fineness: I don’t know why death holds a so sweet lure since it would take away my Body: I don’t know that I...

One’s thoughts are one’s most crucial adventures. Seriously and strongly and intently to contemplate doing murder is everyway more exciting, more romantic, more profoundly tragic than the murder done.

I am a selfish, conceited, impudent little animal, it is true, but, after all, I am only one grand conglomeration of Wanting…

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

It is of the dubious inevitable side of human nature—like gold teeth and tinned salmon and bastard lacy valentines

If you ever feel to express proper gratitude for the good things of this life, be sure that you express your gratitude for the right thing. Very likely you will not have a great deal...