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

She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.

I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.

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.

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.

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

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