All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

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

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

As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up.

I'm no use to anybody,' I say. 'I'm a cérébrale, can't you see that?' Thinking how funny a book would be, called 'Just a Cérébrale or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man. What a pity, what a pity!

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