“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.”

“I want to dance, laugh, eat pink cakes, yellow cakes, drink thin, sharp wine. Or an indecent story, now - I could relish that. The older one grows the more one likes indecency.”

“The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.”

“And now more than anything I want beautiful prose. I relish it more and more exquisitely.”

“And if it be true that it is one of the tokens of the fully developed mind that it does not think specially or separately of sex, how much harder it is to attain that condition now than ever before. ... No age can ever have been as stridently sex-conscious as our own ...”

“I remember one morning...getting up at dawn...there was such a sense of possibility!You know? That feeling?And... and I remember thinking to myself:'So this is the beginning of happiness...''This is where it starts!''And, of course, there'll always be more.'Never occurred to meit wasn't the beginning,It was happiness.It was the moment...”

“children never forget. For this reason, it was so important what one said, and what one did, and it was a relief when they went bed. For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of--to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”