don't you hate people who say they're not complaining and then complain?

Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.

There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.

Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love - or tries to.

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death – fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.

Writing, to be memorable, must be done in a state of impassioned serenity.

I suppose it is a gift, being young, but it isn't special. We've all got it, early in life.