Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.
I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb.
When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.
I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.
I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.
Don't talk to me about the world needing cheerful stuff! What the person out of Belsen physical or psychological wants is nobody saying the birdies still go tweet-tweet, but the full knowledge that somebody else has been there and knows the worst, just what it is like.
I want to be silverly beautiful.
I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.
I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.
I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.
If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.