And you stupid, stupid woman, stupid for caring, stupid for thinking that he cared.

Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it

The attraction of a life devoted to sensation, pleasure and self would probably wear thin one day, but there was still plenty of time for that yet.

In the future, I'll be braver, she told herself. In the future, I will always speak my mind, eloquently, passionately.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

Everything was fine, and she had the rare, new sensation of being exactly where she wanted to be.

Who do you think you are, Jane Eyre? Grow up. Be sensible. Don't get carried away.