Writing is a great comfort to people like me, who are unsure of themselves and have trouble expressing themselves properly.

I always take abroad with me one really good soft pillow--to me it makes all the difference between comfort and misery.

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.

Elephants can remember, but we are human beings and mercifully human beings can forget.

It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.

I think, myself, that one's memories represent those moments which, insignificant as they may seem, nevertheless represent the inner self and oneself as most really oneself.

One of the oddest things in life, as we all know, is the way that when you have heard a thing mentioned, within twenty-four hours you nearly always come across it again.