Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

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.

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.

The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be humble if she knew what was good for her.

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

She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.

You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.