I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn't recognize it. It's not that I didn't trust him, becuase I did. It's that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don't know how I could have tried harder.

I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

I think it's very pretty. Can it be pretty if no one thinks it's pretty? I think it's pretty. If you're the only one? That's pretty pretty. And what about the boys? Don't you want them to think you're pretty? I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.

I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

I'm not better than anyone, and I'm not trying to convince people to live by my standards of what's right. I'm trying to convince them to live by their own.