She was a diminutive, withered up old woman of sixty, with sharp malignant eyes and a sharp little nose.

What did it mean, falling at his feet like that? Was it symbolic or what?

What a man need is simply and solely independence volition, whatever that independence may cost and wherever it may lead.

No, not immeasurably: you have abilities, but there's a great deal you don't understand, because you're a low person.

He does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

Loving someone is different from being in love with someone. You can hate someone you're in love with.