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

Minette pushed away her plate and stood up. What she wouldn't have given to be alone for a moment, just a moment. Oh, to have a room of my own, to be able to close myself up somewhere to think and to cry as much as I want! she thought to herself. (chapter IX, p120)

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)

Life continues in its monotonous and petty course. Fortunately, I carry within me a world quite different from the one I live in. (p73)