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

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

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

When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

...I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to clothe myself in.

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