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

I long to be ... Like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People, with their way of wantonly hurting and then accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

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.

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.

I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any.

Quite like old times,' the room says.