People living alone get used to loneliness.

In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can.

A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.