You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.

One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

"I saw her, in the fire, but now. I hear her in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night," returned the haunted man.

People like us don't go out at night cause people like them see us for what we are

And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

When I have heard him talking to Papa during the sittings for the picture, I have sat wondering whether it could be that he has no belief in anybody else, because he has no belief in himself.