When one is nothing, one invents. It fills a void.

To anyone who took the trouble to look, I was plainly visible, but when people are expecting to see nothing, that is usually what they see.

But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.

The tears I gratified him with were fake ones. Ones that set off my green eyes the way diamonds set off emeralds. And it worked. If you dazzled a man with green eyes, he will be so hypnotized that he won’t notice there is someone inside the eyes spying on him. – Vida Winters Page 268

What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?

Of course I loved books more than people. Of course I valued "Jane Eyre" over the anonymous stranger...Of course all of Shakespeare was worth more than a human life.

She was a do-gooder, which means that all the ill she did, she did without realizing it.