But you want to know about the influence of books on my life, and as I've said, there was only one. Seneca. . .Maybe that sounds dull, but the letters aren't - they're witty. I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn't love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria. My head and stomach feel quite odd.

This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

Naturally curly hair is a curse, and don't ever let anyone tell you different.

If there is Predestination, then God is the devil. by Remy, Ravensbruck concentration camp survivor

Isola doesn't approve of small talk and believes in breaking the ice by stomping on it.

Those times, I tried to think of something happy, something I'd liked - but not something I loved, for that made it worse.