The true word leads; the untrue misleads.

It is strange how little sharpsightedness women possess; they only notice whether they please, then whether they arouse pity, and finally, whether you look for compassion from them. That is all; come to think of it, it may even be enough, generally speaking.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.