I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.

It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?

I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry.

As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.