It's terrible that one doesn't love people forever.

Do you think she'll change?""Hope nothing.""Is there a cure?""Only art. Or more love.""I should die of more love.

She did not want to be as before. She wanted great changes in her life.

They haven't been standing still in the past.

I must have been changing though, and becoming, though I didn't know it, what I am now. I can't have become all this, and there's really a lot of it, in a few days, can I?

There are violent things in my heart. Perhaps they have been festering there ever since that change. And now I have run in here to find some different pain, some mystery of myself to keep secret, something which, for this short time, is absolutely not Jack.

Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

I can't tell you—oh I can't tell you—how awful—how sort of unlivable—everything is now—like a great black wall in front of me—Something's got to smash.

I feel I'm at the end of something — everything is going to be different — and terrible.""That doesn't sound like you, you ride every wave.""There is one that will drown me.