I have arranged my little life.

I am the only real truth I know.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

Quite like old times,' the room says.

There is always the other side, always.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

And then the days came when I was alone.

London is like a cold dark dream sometimes.

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.

Now at last I know why I was brought here and what I have to do.

Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe.

Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.

She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.

I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.

When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?

I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any.

As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.

If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men - at least they can cry.

I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry.

Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.

The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.

Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights.

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

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