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

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

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.

When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.

After all this, what happened? What happened was that, as soon as I had the slightest chance of a place to hide in, I crept into it and hid. Well, sometimes it's a fine day isn't it? Sometimes the skies are blue. Sometimes the air is light, easy to breathe. And there is always tomorrow.

Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.