The general impression is that fifteen year-old Dolly remains morbidly uninterested in sexual matters, or to be exact, represses her curiosity in order to save her ignorance and self-dignity.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.

Life with you was lovely—and when I say lovely, I mean doves and lilies, and velvet, and that soft pink ‘v’ in the middle and the way your tongue curved up to the long, lingering ‘l.’ Our life together was alliterative, and when I think of all the little things which will die, now that we cannot share them, I feel as if we were dead too.

No author has created with less emphasis such pathetic characters as Chekhov has.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.