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When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul. (chapter 12)

She seemed to be contemplating a future at once monotonous and insecure with an indifference which was after all a sort of hard-won courage. (chapter 3)

I don't know how people live when they know exactly what's going to happen to them each day. (Part One, 7th section)

When you were nineteen, and it was the first time you had been let down, you did not make scenes. You felt as if your back was broken, as if you would never move again. But you did not make a scene. That started later on, when the same thing had happened five or six times over, and you were supposed to be getting used to it. (chapter 6)

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

I thought if I told no one it might not be true.

I woke the next morning knowing that nothing would be the same. It would change and go on changing.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first? (chapter 12)

It was a beautiful place - wild, untouched, above all untouched, with an alien, disturbing, secret loveliness. And it kept its secret. I'd find myself thinking, 'What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing'.

It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie without moving. That's when you can hear time sliding past you, like water running. (Part two, 1st section)

Lies are never forgotten, they go on and they grow.

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