Life stand still here.

She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

Jealousy ... survives every other passion of mankind.

She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.

All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are sides, and it is necessary for one side to beat another side.

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.