One thin's sure and nothing's surer The rich get richer and the poor get - children. In the meantime, In between time...

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.

I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Let's borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.

Life cracked like ice!