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

Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the desired mistress, the worshipped, perfumed goddess. She was all these things to Stephan - or so he made her believe.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

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

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.

And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?

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