“Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.”

“I don't begrudge you my company, my darling. We must all make do with what rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.”

“So I suppose I do not know how he really looked, and, in fact, I suppose I shall never know, now, for he was plainly an object created in the mode of fantasy. His image was already present somewhere in my head and I was seeking to discover it in actuality, looking at every face I met in case it was the right face - that is, the face which corresponded to my notion of the unseen face of the one I should love, a face created parthenogeneticallyby the rage to love which consumed me.”

“I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.”

“Ironing's nice and simple,' he said. 'I get all tangled up in words when I'm putting together those interminable papers....”

“When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.”

“I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.”