“A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened...And then the days came and I was alone.”

“A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.”

“My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on.”

“Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed.But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.”

“Quite like old times,' the room says.”

“The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.”

“You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world...”