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"Girls like that make me sick. I'm so jealous I can't speak. Nineteen years, and I hadn't been out of New England except for this trip to New York. It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water."
"There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room."
"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
I knew perfectly well the cars were making noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn't hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for all the good it did me."
"...I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then i wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired."
"There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends."
"I hate handing money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous."
"If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed."
"I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again."
"I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old."
"I started adding up all the things I couldn't do."
"The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way."
"I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate ll along, I simply hadn't thought about it."
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fir-tree in the story.
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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
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