Sleep demands of us a guilty immunity. There is not one of us who, given an eternal incognito, a thumbprint nowhere set against our souls, would not commit rape, murder and all abominations. – Djuna Barnes
The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment. – Djuna Barnes
The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the others bed, where the rival perfects the lovers imperfections. – Djuna Barnes
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasnt the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how lifes lived before it gets to the parlor door. – Djuna Barnes