I want men to admire me, but that's a trick you learn at school--a movement of the eyes, a tone of voice, a touch of the hand on the shoulder or the head. If they think you admire them, they will admire you because of your good taste, and when they admire you, you have an illusion for a moment that there's something to admire.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.

Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days.