It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.

Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

There was a beautiful time.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.