The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.

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

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

I am the only real truth I know.

Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.