"Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough."
"I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them."
"I think I still have rain somewhere in my heart."
"It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s just that when I’m in the company of others - even my nearest and dearest - there always comes a moment when I’d rather be reading a book."