I never wanted to marry anyone like my father; I always preferred those more shoddy.
A single girl must lead a double life don't you think?
Love is feared: it dissolves society, it's unpopular, and it's very rare.
Anyone would think a thin stick like me, weak and miserable, would go down with everything: do you think I get more than my old cough every winter? I bet I live till ninety, with all my aches and pains. To think that's fifty more years of the Great-I-Am.
I don't know what imagination is, if not an unpruned, tangled kind of memory.
Money has no country.