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

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.

Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.

I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.

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

I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.