We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on.

The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.