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

Nicole's world had fallen to pieces, but it was only a flimsy and scarcely created world; beneath it her emotions and instincts fought on.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.

Beware the artist who's an intellectual also. The artist who doesn't fit.