Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

Among her other talents were forgetting what she did not like and ignoring what she preferred not to see.

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.

Girls took to dressing like boys, and though women had obtained the vote, we had swiftly moved on to pursuing flashier freedoms: necking in cars and smoking cigarettes and walking down city streets in flesh colored stockings.

So this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.

Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.