I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

It is youth’s felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future

I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway

You know, you’re a little complicated after all.” “Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really - I’m just a - I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.