I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.

I have to come to terms with the fact that I am not good at human relationships. I've known some wonderful women and I have beautiful children but I've probably disappointed them all. I regret that.

I am not in a position to enjoy sexual relations.

I don't think I can marry, I'm not fit for it, I'm not real enough. That's the trouble. I'm a puppet that's realised what's wrong with itself and it's horrible. I'm propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I'm propped up crying in a corner.

I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.

I believe that it is impossible for two individuals not committed to their own and each other’s well being to sustain a healthy and enduring relationship.

Just because you are available for a relationship doesn't mean you are ready for one.

I'm not prepared to accept a standard which puts the whole of my emotional life on the plane of immorality.

Well I know I am ugly and cannot be loved —

Human relations are essentially imperfect.

I have lived such an unnatural life, devoid of love, sex, and pleasure.

I guess I have always been deeply terrified to really be someone's wife since I know from life one cannot love another, ever, really.

sometimes i lose faith in human nature for a time; i am assailed by doubt.

If I can't really find a way to live with myself, I can't expect anyone else to live with me.