What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Learn young about hard work and manners - and you'll be through the whole dirty mess and nicely dead again before you know it.

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

Every act of life, from the morning toothbrush to the friend at dinner, became an effort. I hated the night when I couldn't sleep and I hated the day because it went toward night.