“In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead”

“I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.”

“How could I be sleeping with this particular man…. Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.”

“I could only relate to a dead image of the person I could love. The image of my dead grandfather would be the model of him at his most striking in my mind. It seems necessary for them to have been dead in order that I could express those feelings which were the feelings I held sacred for my grandfather … it was a pseudo-sexual, infantile love which had not yet developed and matured. The sight of them [my victims] brought me a bitter sweetness and a temporary peace and fulfillment.”

“I love to sleep. I'd sleep all day if I could.”

“Well, I was ten and very much afraid.
In my kind world the dead were out of range
And I could not forgive the sad or strange
In beast or man.”

“I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.”

“If I couldn't sleep, I could read.”

“In the morning when I closed my eyesYou were sleeping in paradiseAnd while the room was growing lightI was holding still with all my might”

“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.”