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

I took the red dress down and put it against myself. 'Does it make me look intemperate and unchaste?' I said.

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.

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.

There is always the other side, always.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.