In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

Debut: the first time a young girl is seen drunk in public.

To create souls in men, to create fine happiness and fine despair she must remain deeply proud - proud to be inviolate, proud also to be melting, to be passionate and possessed.

I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway

You know, you’re a little complicated after all.” “Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really - I’m just a - I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.

Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?