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

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

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.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

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