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

It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

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

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

If she says goodbye perhaps adieu. Adieu - like those old time songs she sang. Always adieu (and all songs say it). If she too says it, or weeps, I'll take her in my arms, my lunatic. She's mad but mine, mine. What will I care for gods or devils or for Fate itself. If she smiles or weeps or both. For me.

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.