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

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

I hadn't bargained for this. I didn't think it would be like this - shabby clothes, worn-out shoes, circles under your eyes, your hair getting straight and lanky, the way people look at you. ... I didn't think it would be like this

Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

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.