When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

Your scare me rather. My reflection in the glass never did that; of course, I knew it so well. Like something I had tamed...I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

We are possessed by the things we possess. When I like an object, I always give it to someone. It isn't generosity-it's only because I want others to be enslaved by objects, not me.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.