"Perpetua went to her mother’s house for Christmas. Her mother was cooking the eighty-seventh turkey of her life. “God…"

"I went to a party and corrected a pronunciation. The man whose voice I had adjusted fell back into the kitchen. I pra…"

"At night I drank and my hostility came roaring out if its cave like a jet-assisted banshee."

"I looked at her then to see if I could discern traces of what I had seen in the beginning. There were traces but only…"

"His assistants cluster about him. He is severe with them, demanding, punctilious, but this is for their own ultimate …"

"Perpetua sat on the couch in her new apartment smoking dope with a handsome bassoon player. A few cats walked around.…"

"...what an artist does, is fail. Any reading of the literature... (I mean the literature of artistic creation), howev…"

"(Parenthetically, the problem of analysts sleeping with their patients is well known and I understand that Susan has …"

"He says: “Sunday the day of rest and worship is hated by all classes of men in every country to which the Word has be…"

"”Would you say, originally, that you had a vocation? Heard a call?” “I heard many things. Screams. Suites for unaccom…"