What am I running away from that I so drunkenly welcome this glimmer of love in my life? (p56) - Marie Vieux-Chauvet

I am like a fruit fallen before ripening, rotting under the tree unnoticed. (p4)

Ah! These long sleepless nights when even the air you breathe resounds with a life of its own, when each hour falls on the heart like a tolling bell! How these nights have furrowed my face and aged me! (p146)

My glance is more evasive than usual. I am afraid someone will see my disordered thoughts. I take care not to reveal anything. Am I going to wear this stifling mask until the end of my life? (p147)