I took the red dress down and put it against myself. 'Does it make me look intemperate and unchaste?' I said.

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Quite like old times,' the room says.

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.