It Was The Men I Deceived The

Madness Is Like Intelligence, You Know. You Can't Explain It. Just Like Intelligence. It Comes On You, It Fills You, And Then You Understand It. But When It Goes Away You Can't Understand It At All Any Longer.

I Know All One Can Know When One Knows Nothing.

She Had Lived Her Early Years As Though She Were Waiting For Something She Might, But Never Did, Become.

Our Mothers Always Remain The Strangest, Craziest People We've Ever Met.

I Believe That Always, Or Almost Always, In All Childhoods And In All The Lives That Follow Them, The Mother Represents Madness. Our Mothers Always Remain The Strangest, Craziest People We've Ever Met.