When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.

The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.

...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.

And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials