It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

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.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

I long to be ... Like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People, with their way of wantonly hurting and then accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous.

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.