Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.

Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.

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 hadn't bargained for this. I didn't think it would be like this - shabby clothes, worn-out shoes, circles under your eyes, your hair getting straight and lanky, the way people look at you. ... I didn't think it would be like this

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

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

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.