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

Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.

I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.

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.

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

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!

If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.