“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.”

“The entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising our memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room.”

“I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.”

“We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.”

“There's more to me than you see, another me down inside somewhere, full of hate, ready to hurt, cut, smash, or if maybe there's no Other and there's just me alone, then I'm not the person I thought I was, I'm something twisted and terrible, terrible.”

“This is Teenage madness. Trapped in a room knowing there's more outside. Trapped listening to a teacher talk about Hemingway as if each sentence and word had mythical importance. Trapped knowing she is in the room with me.”