I know all one can know when one knows nothing.

It has been my face. It's got older still, or course, but less, comparatively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry wrinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine feature have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

There are many women who write as they think they should write - to imitate men and make a place for themselves in literature.

...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.

Words don't change their shape, they change their meaning, their function...They don't have a meaning of their own any more, they refer to other words that you don't know, that you've never read or heard...you've never seen their shape, but you feel...you suspect...they correspond to...an empty space inside you...or in the universe.