I never had any life.

It wasn't fair.

I never had any," she repeated bitterly, dropping a lump of sugar into her cup.
"Well, I've had my troubles, too," observed Gabriella, busily stirring the oysters.
"You've had them and you'll have others.

It doesn't matter--nothing really matters as long as you're young.

It's all a part of the game, trouble and everything else--everything except old age and death.