“Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?”

“I am the girl you know, can't look you in the eye
I am the girl you know so sick I cannot try
I am the one you want, can't look you in the eye
I am the girl you know, I lie and lie and lie”

“When you get… to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.”

“I want to write — I want to write — I want to write and never never never will. I know it and I am so unhappy and it seems as though nothing else mattered. Whatever I'm doing, it's always there, an ultimate longing there saying, "Write this — write that — write —" and I can't. Lack ability, time, strength, and duration of vision. I wish someone would tell me brutally, "You can never write anything.”

“If you got everything you wanted there would be nothing left for anyone else.”

“I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.”

“You made me come to Paris. You pestered me to start living again. Well, now it's up to you to make my life livable. You mustn't let three whole days go by without coming to see me. … You wanted me to take notice of you. Now nothing else matters to me. I know you're alive and I feel emptiness inside me when you're away.”

“I want you to know, that I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me,
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theatre?”

“So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.”

“She is good to me
There's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter…
I want you”