Now, money, for the night is coming. Money for my hair, money for my teeth, money for shoes that won't deform my feet (it's not so easy now to walk around in cheap shoes with very high heels), money f...
Now at last I know why I was brought here and what I have to do.
Let's say that you have this mystical right to cut my legs off. But the right to ridicule me afterwards because I am a cripple — no, that I think you haven't got. And that's the right you hold most de...
Justice’, she said. ‘I’ve heard that word. It’s a cold word. I tried it out’, she said, still speaking in a low voice. 'I wrote it down. I wrote it down several times and always it looked like a damn...
It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?
I took the red dress down and put it against myself. 'Does it make me look intemperate and unchaste?' I said.
I have been too unhappy, I thought, it cannot last, being so unhappy, it would kill you
I hadn't bargained for this. I didn't think it would be like this - shabby clothes, worn-out shoes, circles under your eyes, your hair getting straight and lanky, the way people look at you. ... I did...
And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?
…watching those damned dolls, thinking what a success they would have made of their lives if they had been women. Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart — all complete.
You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mi...
When we are in a corner with a coffee and a fine each he says: 'Do you know what I feel about you? I think you are very lonely. I know, because for a long time I was lonely myself. I hated people, I d...
They touch life with gloves on. They're pretending about something all the time. Pretending quite nice and decent things, of course. But still...''Everybody pretends,' Marya was thinking. 'French peop...
They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.
The devil prince of this world, but this world don’t last so long for mortal man.
That's all you're waiting for, isn't it? But no, you must have the slow death, the bloodless killing that leaves no stain on your conscience. . . .
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.
Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.
She watched through a slight mist a party of people who had just come into the restaurant, the movements of arms taking off overcoats, of legs in light-coloured stockings and fee in low-heeled shoes w...
She was a shadow, kept alive by a flame of hatred for somebody who had long ago forgotten all about her.