I've never stopped wanting to cross the equator, or touch an elk's horns, or sing Tosca or screwJames Dean in a field of wheat.To hell with wisdom. They're all wrong:I'll never be through with my life.

The First BookOpen it.Go ahead, it won't bite.Well. . . maybe a little.More a nip, like. A tingle.It's pleasurable, really.You see, it keeps on opening.You may fall in.Sure, it's hard to get started;remember learning to useknife and fork? Dig in:you'll never reach bottom.It's not like it's the end of the world--just the world as you thinkyou know it.

Our situation is intolerable, but what's worseis to sit here and do nothing.

Women invented misery, but we don't understand it.

Against Self-PityIt gets you nowhere but deeper intoyour own shit--pure misery a luxuryone never learns to enjoy.