I want to be a pretty corpse.

When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?

Today I bought two lottery tickets, because I had a feeling that it would be now or never - they were both blanks. So I am not going to be rich after all. Nothing at all to be done about it.

He has so often told me he is madly in love with me, but what does that mean when I haven't had a good word from him in three months?

I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.

If I had a dog I would not feel so lonely, but I suppose that is asking for too much.

Perhaps he wanted to be alone with Dr. G., who was here, but he should have let me know. At Hoffmann's I felt I was sitting on hot coals, expecting him to arrive every moment.

I am so infinitely happy that he loves me so much, and I pray that it will always be like this. It won't be my fault if he ever stops loving me.

I have now reached the happy age of 23. No, happy is not quite the right word. At this particular moment I am certainly not happy.

God, I am afraid he won't give me his answer today. If only somebody would help me - it is all so terribly depressing.

One line typed twenty years ago can be blazed on a wall in spraypaint to glorify art as detachment or torture of those we did not love but also did not want to kill.

To turn $100 into $110 is work. To turn 100 million into $110 million is inevitable.

For right is right, since God is God and right the day must win. To doubt would be disloyalty, to falter would be sin.

Our nation must come together to unite.

America has had gifted conservative statesmen and national leaders. But with few exceptions, only the liberals have gone down in history as national heroes.

Theatre is alive and it is now, and then it's gone.

Donald Trump and I would never support legislation that punished women who made the heart-breaking choice to end a pregnancy.

In practicing meditation, we're not trying to live up to some kind of ideal -- quite the opposite. We're just being with our experience, whatever it is.

A young person wanting to become an artist might simply go purposefully and dedicatedly to his or her room with a few books and a thousand blank canvases for four years.

People better get used to the idea that I exist.