“I don't like relationships, though. I mean, it is nice and all, but I prefer to be the friend. I don't know why. They're kind of exhausting.”
“I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.”
“Aunt Fanny tells me you made great friends with Mr. Mottram. I'm sure he can't be very nice.''I don't think he is,' said Julia. 'I don't know that I like nice people”
“I don't like people--much. This kind, I mean. And they don't like me at all, as a rule. Maybe the latter explains the former.”
“I like you. And I don't mean as a friend.”
“but it's not always as set as that. Some things, though, feel like they're right. You and me? It's one of those things. I don't know why they see or why things are such a mess, but in the middle of it all, I do know that being around you is one of tue best things that happened to me in, well, ever.”