She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.

Two things are terrible in childhood: helplessness (being in other people's power) and apprehension - the apprehension that something is being concealed from us because it is too bad to be told.

Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

Good general-purpose manners nowadays may be said to consist in knowing how much you can get away with.

Revenge was a very wild kind of justice.

What I have found is, anything one keeps hidden should now and then be hidden somewhere else.