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.

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

It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

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

Now at last I know why I was brought here and what I have to do.

For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy--even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery.

It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?