I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

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.

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

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.

Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry.