Always let them think of you as singing and dancing.

When you make a break for freedom you don't necessarily find company on the way.

Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive. Bad women never take the blame for anything.

One loses the capacity to grieve as a child grieves, or to rage as a child rages: hotly, despairingly, with tears of passion. One grows up, one becomes civilized, one learns one's manners, and consequently can no longer manage these two functions - sorrow and anger - adequately.

You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish.

No blame should attach to telling the truth. But it does, it does.

I suppose what one wants really is ideal company and books are ideal company.