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.

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.

One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

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.

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

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