She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

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.

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

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.