One Must Always Say Things

At This Point I Meet Me Face To Face. I Am Mary Maclane: Of No Importance To The Wide Bright World And Dearly And Damnably Important To Me.

Some People Say That Beauty Is A Curse. It May Be True, But I'm Sure I Should Not Have At All Minded Being Cursed A Little.

I Am Not Good. I Am Not Virtuous. I Am Not Sympathetic. I Am Not Generous. I Am Merely And Above All A Creature Of Intense Passionate Feeling. I Feel—everything. It Is My Genius. It Burns Me Like Fire.

Genius Of A Kind Has Always Been With Me; An Empty Heart That Has Taken On A Certain Wooden Quality; An Excellent, Strong Woman's Body And A Pitiably Starved Soul.

I Do Not Sing Nor Play, But I Adore Music, Particularly Chopin. I Like Him Because I Cannot Understand Him.