I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed. - Djuna Barnes

A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.

The Seal, she lounges like a bride, Much too docile, there's no doubt; Madame Récamier, on side, (if such she has), and bottom out.

God,' she cried, 'what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth weigh! She couldn't tell me the truth because she had never planned it; her life was a continual accident, and how can you prepare for that? Everything we can't bear in the world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.... There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation — purty's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door?