It was like letting go and falling back into water and seeing yourself grinning up through the water, your face like a mask, and seeing the bubbles c….

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

I think that the desire to be cruel and to hurt (with words because any other way might be dangerous to ourself) is part of human nature. Parties are….

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was….

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

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

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book..

that expression you get in your eyes when you are very tired and everything is like a dream and you are starting to know what things are like underne….

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people..

After all this, what happened? What happened was that, as soon as I had the slightest chance of a place to hide in, I crept into it and hid. Well, so….

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

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frighteni….

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant t….

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

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one..

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

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it..

I must write. If I stop writing my life will have been an abject failure. It is that already to other people. But it could be an abject failure to my….

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

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside ….

I hadn't bargained for this. I didn't think it would be like this - shabby clothes, worn-out shoes, circles under your eyes, your hair getting straig….