When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love. It's happened to me before but never like this - so accidental - just when everything was going well.

I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

You can stroke people with words.

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth.

When the lightning strikes one of us, it strikes both