Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me?" "No.

That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects.

I love making, I love doing. I love being to the full, I love everything which is not sitting and watching and copying and dead at heart.

Adulthood is not an age, but a stage of knowledge of self.

You're not me. You can't feel like I feel." "I can feel." "No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine." "It's not fine. It's just not so bad.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

I am one in a row of specimens. It's when I try to flutter out of line that he hates me. I'm meant to be dead, pinned, always the same, always beautiful. He knows that part of my beauty is being alive. but it's the dead me he wants. He wants me living-but-dead.