The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?

I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.

What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.

Oh, Teddy, darling, thank you, thank you, for restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it.

The world is wide, wide, wide, and I am young, young, young, and we’re all going to live forever!

... I was merely a disinterested spectator at the Banquet of Life.

Acting doesn't bring anything to a text. On the contrary, it detracts from it.