Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on.

When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?

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