There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.

...I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to clothe myself in.

...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone.