Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.

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

The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.

I long to be ... Like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People, with their way of wantonly hurting and then accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous.