I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

I’ll never speak to God again.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.