I have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).

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

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

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.

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.