My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on.

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.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

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

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.