Would You Like A Whiskey?' I Say.

Not That She Objected To Solitude. Quite The Contrary. She Had Books, Thank Heaven, Quantities Of Books. All Sorts Of Books.

I Often Want To Cry. That Is The Only Advantage Women Have Over Men — At Least They Can Cry.

Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions About Herself Or She Would Not Be Able To Go On Living.

Soon He'll Come In Again And Kiss Me, But Differently. He'll Be Different And So I'll Be Different. It'll Be Different. I Thought, 'it'll Be Different, Different. It Must Be Different.

Very Few People Change After Well Say Seven Or Seventeen. Not Really. They Get More This Or More That And Of Course Look A Bit Different. But Inside They Are The Same.