You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream

Marriage was created not to be a background but to need one. Mine is going to be outstanding. It can't, shan't be the setting - it's going to be the performance, the lively, lovely, glamorous performance, and the world shall be the scenery.

I used to build dreams about you.

The world is always curious, and people become valuable merely for their inaccessibility

I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.