Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

One can get just as much exultation in losing oneself in a little thing as in a big thing. It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy.

The beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think.

When you love someone you do not love them, all the time, in the exact same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.

Fame is a kind of death because it arrests life around the person in the public eye.

One must lose one's life to find it.