Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved.

I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.

After writing a story I was always empty and both sad and happy, as though I had made love.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together

How little we know of what there is to know.

we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.