She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...

“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”

“Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the …”

“What is nobler," she mused, turning over the photographs, "than to be a woman t…”

“She left the room without looking in the glass. From which we deduce the fact, …”