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

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

But why do you want to talk to me?' He is going to say: 'Because you look so kind,' or 'Because you look so beautiful and kind,' or, subtly, 'Because you look as if you'll understand....' He says: 'Because I think you won't betray me.' I had meant to get this mean to talk to me and tell me all about it, and then be so devastatingly English that perhaps I should manage to hurt him a little in return for all the many times I've been hurt.... 'Because I think you won't betray me, because I think you won't betray me....' Now it won't be so easy.

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