There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.

[I]t's safer to be fond of dangerous people.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.

I am secretly afraid of animals.... I think it is because of the usness in their eyes, with the underlying not-usness which beliesit, and is so tragic a reminder of the lost age when we human beings branched off and left them: left them to eternal inarticulateness and slavery. Why? their eyes seem to ask us.