If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.

The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be humble if she knew what was good for her.

It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.