Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.

Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

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.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

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

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.

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