Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the desired mistress, the worshipped, perfumed goddess. She was all these things to Stephan - or so he made her believe.

I must write. If I stop writing my life will have been an abject failure. It is that already to other people. But it could be an abject failure to myself. I will not have earned death.

When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.